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Rolling my eyes, I tried not to smile. “There is nothing wrong with my choice of words, thank you very much. Now, stop.” I struggled with fighting his swift fingers as he tried to slip them into my panties. Heat coursed through me and I sighed into him. I really didn’t want to stop, but after Madeline almost caught us, it would be wise if we stopped. I gripped his wrist and said, “Go…taste Katja and leave me alone.”
“I already have. Many times.”
“Getting tired of the same old…flavor?”
He shrugged with a smirk. “Quite the opposite, actually.”
I growled, he laughed. His hand dipped past the lacy edge of my panties and I choked out, “Well, go do it again.”
“I do not want her right now, I want you.” His words caused a maelstrom of emotion and feelings to strum through me. “I bet if I touched you right now your pussy would be wet.”
Shit. He was right, my panties were sticking to me, but I couldn’t admit that. I tried to roll my hips back so he couldn’t reach his destination, but I wasn’t having any luck. He was fighting me, pushing me, and truth be told, I found myself smiling and laughing as he did. I tried to force him away again, but the man was built as solid as a boulder.
“Seriously, what does that even mean? Do we all have a specific taste?”
I nearly jumped out of my skin when his tongue licked a wet trail up my neck and his lips captured mine in a searing kiss.
“Do you like when I push you away?”
I shoved at him again and he stayed in place. I didn’t want him to move and I was glad he didn’t. I liked how he held steady, the strain and struggle between us. I clutched him closer to me and inhaled.
A low growl rumbled in his chest. “You could say that.”
I thought about earlier and how he swiftly came back for more, how his hold became stronger. Acting on instinct, I leaned in and bit his bicep. Not too hard, but enough for him to pull back.
“I do not like it, I fucking love when you fight me,” he admitted breathlessly, pulling back and nipping at my lips. “I like seeing the indecision in your eyes. It makes my dick hard.”
His eyes darkened with desire and my heart flourished seeing his response. My belly fluttered. He looked like a starved animal and it intrigued me. It should have sent me screaming in the other direction, but there was no denying my body and how much I wanted to run to him. Knowing I could draw this reaction from him was exhilarating and empowering.
At the touch of his deft fingers reaching inside my panties, I grew wetter, and a frenzy of fire stormed through my veins, rocking me into him.
“Ah, I knew you would be wet.” I tensed and fought a low moan in my throat. “Ah, so tight.”
“Does Katja fight you?”
The slippery lubricant allowed him to slide a thick finger easily inside. I gasped and clenched around him. When his finger hit my clit, I trembled, gripping his biceps. My head dropped to his chest.
“Not how I want her to,” he whispered against my neck.
For some bizarre reason, that pleased me. I loved how I was able to give him something she couldn’t.
“Is she tight like me?”
He didn’t answer my question and it burned my chest. Jealously flared through me because his silence was my answer. As much as I wanted to, as much as the heat made me want to agree to his every whim, I didn’t think I should. Any time we were alone or intimate, I found myself wanting more from him. It was an emotion I wasn’t used to or knew how to deal with just yet.
Now that I had his attention, I needed to bring him to his senses. A few more seconds and this was going to progress rapidly into something that couldn’t be stopped, something that was very dangerous for both of us.
“What if someone walks in here?”
Gripping my jaw in his hand, he pulled me forward and held the back of my head to him as he kissed me hard and long, thrusting his tongue in my mouth aggressively enough for me to kiss him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close to me. He devoured my mouth with a vivacious tenacity I’d never experienced him do before. Full of zeal and hunger, and the tiny thread of control he was barely holding on to was palpable, tangible.
Kova pulled back. He removed his finger and brought it to his lips, licking his finger clean. He looked deeply into my eyes and panted, “Tonight, you are mine.”
I slid out of his hold and sauntered away. When I got to the door, I stopped and looked over my shoulder when he called my name.
“Conserve your strength. You will need it for later.”
“We’ll see about that,” I replied before exiting his office and shutting the door in his face.
