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He nodded and moved to carry out the order, but I could see the confusion in his face. Why would I have her taken to my house when I could keep her right there in my office. And more than that, why had I sent him out of the room when I made her strip? Was I going soft? Even if I knew I wasn’t, I could tell Yuri wasn’t so sure.
“And I want two men on the girl’s brother at all times. She may have been sent here as a distraction. I don’t want him to escape, and I want the men to be ready for the kill order should I not receive my payment in time.”
The wrinkles across his forehead abated a bit. I could tell my orders had eased my second in command’s worries. I was still poised to kill Devin Conway, and Samantha Conway was being treated as a possible diversion. That would explain why I hadn’t had my way with her in front of him, why I’d sent her to wait at my house. It was so I could take the time to look at the situation more closely. Now, rather than have doubts about me and my leadership, Yuri would be comforted that I was simply taking necessary precautions.
When he left, I slouched down in my chair and tried to ignore the throbbing between my legs. I’d certainly seen better dancing than Samantha’s, but I had rarely seen a body so tight and toned, so curvy and lean. As much as I’d tried not to let it affect me, my body had other ideas.
I sat behind my desk, trying to refocus on my work, but every time I thought of her round ass brushing against my zipper, I rose to attention once again. Excited and eager, I began planning all the things I would do to her, all the positions I would take her in. I replayed the feeling of her skin beneath my fingers, the sway of her breasts as she hung them before me. I was going to grab them in my hands and pull her onto me until she screamed.
Unsurprisingly, I left work early. By mid-afternoon, my thoughts refused to leave the woman I knew was waiting for me at home. It was all I could do not to fly through the stop lights on my drive home.
As soon as I walked through the door, I went upstairs to where I’d instructed Samantha to wait for me. Ivan was standing outside the door, arms crossed over his barrel chest.
“She’s inside just like you asked,” he said.
I waved him out of the way. “You can leave.”
“You don’t need me to stay and drive her home aft—” He stopped talking mid-question, turned around, and walked down the stairs.
I waited until I heard the front door shut and lock before I opened the door to my bedroom.
Samantha was sitting on the end of the bed, fully clothed, her back perfectly straight.
“Take off that damned sweater,” I said with a growl.
She flinched as I spoke, but quickly followed my orders, dropping the hideous garment onto the ground.
“Next time,” I said. “Should there be a next time, that is. I want you to be waiting for me naked, is that clear?”
Her blonde hair covered her face as she pulled the tight black tank top over her head just as she had a few hours before in my office, revealing her lacy white bra. The lace just barely covered her nipples, and I resisted the urge to reach out and roll my thumb across the fabric.
Instead, I stepped forward and grabbed her chin, lifting her face to me. Her eyes were wide and green, glazed over with fear.
“Is that understood?” I repeated.
She nodded. “Yes.”
I let go and watched as she pulled her jeans off. When she reached around to unclasp her bra, I stepped forward and pushed her hands away. She let them fall to her sides. I reached my arms around to her back, pressing her to my chest as I helped her take it off. The material was just as delicate as the panties had been, but I undid the metal hooks one at a time rather than ripping the garment.
When it was unhooked, I held her in front of me and slowly pushed the straps from her shoulders until her breasts were bare before me. They were perfectly round and perky, circular pink nipples that were standing at attention, begging to be sucked.
I stepped away from her. “Okay.”
Her brows pulled together in confusion.
“I’m not your teacher,” I snapped. “Show me you know what to do.”
A shaky breath escaped her lips, then she bit the lower one into her mouth. Already, I felt myself stiffen. She had great lips.
Samantha stepped forward and placed her hands on my chest, trailing her fingers slowly down my body until she found the waistband of my jeans. She fumbled with the button for only a moment before it popped open, and then she was unzipping my jeans. The vibration of the metal zipper against my hardness sent a small shiver across my lower back. I ignored it.
