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I’ll have to smooth things over with her later, just to make sure there’s no unnecessary drama at the club. But actually… her words give me an idea.
River is back to square one with finding an opening to take out Ivan St. James after the botched assassination attempt of a couple days ago. But maybe there’s a route we haven’t considered yet.
I finish up the page I was working on and then leave the club, heading home.
The house is mostly quiet when I arrive, but there are lights on in the living room, so I head in there and find River on the couch, watching something on TV.
She’s curled up at one end of the large couch in some little shorts and a tank top, and I like the way she looks. It’s not just that her skimpy clothes show off a good amount of pale, tattooed skin, and the scars she wears like fine jewelry. It’s that she looks…comfortablelike this. She looks like she belongs here.
She looks at home.
I prowl toward her, and she doesn’t react at first, keeping her eyes on the TV. She only looks up when I get right in front of her and lean over her, bracing one hand on the back of the couch and getting right in her personal space.
“Well, well,” I murmur, my voice low and seductive. “I didn’t expect to find you down here.”
“I figured I should make use of your stupidly big TV while I have the chance,” she fires back, making a face.
Of course she doesn’t seem intimidated. I’d think I didn’t have any effect on her at all if it weren’t for the fact that I can look down and see how her nipples are hard against the thin fabric of her tank top.
“You sure you weren’t waiting up for me?” I tease her.
River rolls her eyes. “Why would I do that? We all know you probably fucked yourself out at the club. Waiting up for a slut is just a waste of time.”
I press a hand over my heart. “I’m wounded. Maybe I came right home for you.”
“Sure. That’s why you smell like perfume and have lipstick on your collar. Because you were so chaste tonight.”
Her tone is dismissive, but I grin and shake my head. “Nah, I didn’t hook up with anyone tonight. There was even a very hot dancer in the office trying her best to get in my pants, but I turned her down. The only hole I want to fuck right now is yours.”
I expect her to come back with something snarky or tell me to fuck off, but instead, it’s like her eyes go cold and shuttered. The smirk drops from her face, and she pushes me away from her, standing up to leave.
I grab her wrist before she can go, sitting down on the couch and tugging her back down in the same gesture. River ends up in my lap, facing away from me, her back pressed to my chest.
She goes stiff but doesn’t immediately move away, so I let my hands wander, ghosting over her sides and down her thighs before I slip one hand into her shorts.
I can feel the heat from her pussy through her underwear, and I rub the front of them teasingly, feeling her squirm. I don’t know what pissed her off a second ago, not sure what I said that struck a nerve, but whatever it is, it seems to have passed. Her body melts into mine a little, and I love the feel of her curves pressed against me.
“I had an idea,” I murmur, keeping my voice soft and letting it vibrate against her back. “Something that might help you.”
“With what?” she asks. She sounds tense, but not pissed. I’ll take it.
“Ivan,” I say, working my fingers past the waistband of her panties and then down. I rub my middle finger against her clit, smirking when she inhales sharply. Hard to tell whether it’s about my mention of Ivan or what I’m doing, but I go ahead and flatter myself to think it’s me and my touch that’s making her gasp like that.
“I was thinking about the ways to get close to him. You either have to be in his inner circle or be one of his bodyguards to get that close.”
“Yeah. I know that, dumb ass,” she snaps, her hips bucking forward as my index finger circles her hole.
“But that’s not the end of the list,” I point out. “We should find out where he gets his sex from. It’s not just from his wife, if the rumors are true. So he’s gotta be getting sex from hookers or girls looking for a sugar daddy or something. Hookers are simplest, easy to find and easy to pay off, so it seems most likely.”
“Not everyone is as—ah!—obsessed with sex as you are,” she fires back, but her tone is breathy and she arches against me as I slip a finger into her tight channel.
I smirk against the back of her neck, teasing it with a light scrape of my teeth. Her silver hair tickles my skin, and I turn my head to inhale the scent of it. “True, but I know you’ve heard the rumors about Ivan. It’s not like he’s hurting for pussy, and his wife isn’t giving it up that often. So he has to be getting it from somewhere. A man that powerful?”
She hums, either in agreement or arousal. Either one is fine with me.
River is wet now, and it eases the way for me to add another finger, pressing it inside her as deep as it can go.
“So what?” she says, pulsing her inner walls around my fingers. “You think we can use that some kind of way?”
