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I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about Theresa when our hands were caked with dried blood, so I spent the rest of the afternoon envying his perfect home life. I wanted that with Theresa, and meant to have it. Somehow.
A tinkling laugh I would have recognized from a mile away wafted across the crowded gallery, and I honed in on her. My woman, dressed in skin tight black leather that hugged every curve and showed off her ample cleavage. My hands tightened at my sides to keep from reaching for her. Her hair was in a sleek twist on top of her head, leaving her neck free and begging to be kissed.
I unraveled myself from Sofia and made my way to stand close to Theresa, happy to listen to her explain the intricacies of a carved wooden statue that was inlaid with sparkling bits of glass. Her lilting voice, as she passionately spoke with such authority about the piece, was more intoxicating than the champagne that flowed so freely at these events.
The couple she was trying to sell to hung on her every word, so interested that the man didn’t even glance down at her chest. Which was good for him, since I was still in such a mood I might have let him have it.
Sofia sidled up to me and slid her hand around my arm. “Enjoying the show?” she asked archly, looking straight at Theresa.
“Everything is stunning,” I said, shrugging her hand off.
She put it back, digging her fingernails through my shirt sleeve. “Do I have to remind you to be discreet?” she asked, scowling toward Theresa. “My father wouldn’t like to hear that I’ve been disrespected.”
I scowled back at her. She’d thrown me under the bus once before in a moment of honesty. With a shrug, I moved away from Theresa, guiding Sofia toward the buffet. “Is your father going to hear that you think you’ve been disrespected?”
Knowing she was being called out for her behavior and not liking it, she stomped away, soon disappearing into the crowd. Good. Now I could get back to enjoying the party. When I returned to my post near Theresa, she was thanking the couple and assuring them they made a wise decision. As soon as they walked away, I waited for her to place a small sign at the base of the wooden sculpture marking it as sold. I couldn’t help but swell with pride at her accomplishment, especially when I saw the steep price tag.
She turned and saw me, her eyes widening. Before she could speak a word, I took her by the arm and pulled her through a door into a hallway where no one else was, kicking the door shut behind us.
“Aleksei, what are you—”
I pressed her against the wall, cutting off her exclamation with a kiss. I had been starved of her touch for too long, and my hands roamed up and down her sides, my thumbs brushing her nipples and making her moan softly against my mouth. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging my head down to deepen our kiss.
“Open your mouth to me,” I commanded, sliding my tongue between her lips when she instantly complied.
If this was the only way I could be inside her, it would have to do, and I kept kissing her until she was gasping in my arms. I pulled away to let her breathe, enjoying the view of her swollen lips and heaving chest.
“You look amazing,” I told her, running my finger along her neckline. “Glowing, even.” I rested my hand on her still flat belly. She put her hand over mine and the headiness of having her pressed up against me fled when I saw she still had on the tacky ring from that other man. “What does your fiancé think about your condition?” I asked, more bitterly than I meant to.
She had the audacity to roll her eyes and shoved me back. “None of your business,” she snapped, flouncing away.
Or, trying to. I stepped between her and the door, putting my hands on her hips and backing her into the wall again. “We’re not done here yet, little one.”
Her eyes flared with anger even as I ran my hands down her hips and cupped her ass, pulling her flush with my stiff cock. “Feel what you do to me,” I breathed against her hair.
“Oh my God,” she said, smacking her hands against my chest, then curling her fingers in my shirt to pull me down to her.
Our lips collided, just as I wished. She was as hungry for me as I was for her, all but climbing my body to get closer to me. I lifted her, trying to edge up her dress to get my hands on her hot skin. Her legs wrapped around me and I tugged at her panties.
“Yes, Aleksei,” she murmured against my mouth. “There’s an office—”
The door behind us swung open and someone loudly cleared their throat. “I’m sorry, I thought this was the way to the restroom.”
I turned to see a man goggling at Theresa with her skirt up around her waist, and I gave him a look that told him he better run. He swallowed hard and hurried back the way he came, but Theresa slid away from me, frantically pulling at her dress.
“We can’t do this,” she wailed. “He could tell anyone about this.”
Sofia’s warning to be discreet still rang in my ears, and this gave me pause long enough for her to look triumphant, as she kept me at arm’s length. Despite wanting Theresa more than I wanted to keep breathing, I needed to do things in the right order. Preferably not start a war, which she was clearly still worried about.
“You were saying something about an office,” I said, my body not letting me give up so easily.
She shook her head. “You’re going to ruin everything for me, don’t you see that? And for yourself too, if you’re not careful.” She pushed past me, and this time I let her get to the door before I took her hand and looked down into her eyes. “What, Aleksei? I have to get back before everyone starts talking.”
“Even though I’m even-tempered and will let you do what you want,” I started solemnly. “I won’t allow you to tell your fiancé that my baby is his.”
Her brows furrowed, and I tipped her chin to make sure she understood me. She shook off my fingers. “What if it is his?” she asked, her nose in the air. “Maybe I was mistaken after all.”
With a growl, I had her against the wall again before she could blink. I took her hands and placed them around my neck, leaning down to kiss her, forcing her lips to part so I could plunder her mouth with my tongue. Within seconds she was grinding against me, and I leaned back, smiling at her having to blink away confusion.
