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I wince. The mention of tongues has me wondering just how much damage I could do to her with mine.
I imagine myself throwing her onto my desk just so that I can push her skirt up and see what those pencil skirts are hiding. It’d be so easy. She’d gasp and moan so fucking deliciously, I can already tell. I’m hard at the mere thought. Although some of that is just pent-up tension. I’ve piled a hell of a workload on myself, so it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.
“If she’s called to give me some bullshit excuse about why she can’t come in tomorrow, I’m kicking her to the curb.”
“Your choice,” says Kirill with a shrugged shoulder.
I walk over to my SUV while Kirill texts some last-minute instructions to myvorscarrying out Bratva business across the five boroughs. The chauffeur opens the door and I climb into the backseat. Reluctantly, I start listening to Emma’s voicemail, which I’m sure is going to be an unnecessary harangue of half-baked excuses and furtive apologies.
I stop short when a series of muffled sounds hits my ear. No coherent words seem to be forthcoming. Is this some sort of prank? A joke? No—what it is is a waste of my time. I’m just about to cut off the message and text my HR manager to open up a new job posting…
When I hear a single breathy moan.
Is this what I think it is?
Her voice comes through a second later. Heated, aroused, filled with a desperate urgency. It takes me a moment to realize what she’s saying.
She moans a name—myname.
And just like that, I’m hooked.
5
RUSLAN
“Are you going to punish me, Ruslan?”
Never have I wanted something so bad. My knuckles are white with tension as I grip the phone to my ear, hungry for every last moan and sigh and gasp that pops out of that dirty little mouth of hers.
My cock strains against the fabric of my pants, desperate to be freed. But I have a dozen men spread out across the upper floors of the chem facility and Kirill is walking towards the car, curiosity etched across his brow.
“Yes, sir.You’re right, sir. What did you have in mind?”
Jolts of electricity race through my core hearing her play out this little fantasy. I can only imagine whatwatchingher would do to me.
In the eighteen months Ms. Carson has been working for me, I haven’t gotten so much as a hint of impropriety. Maybe this is my fault. Maybe that dig about her half-assed attempt at seducing me this morning unleashed the siren.
Or maybe this was a mistake. There’s a chance she’s unaware that she even sent me the voicemail. Itisan unforgivable seven-and-a-half minutes long. And maybe thoughts of what I could do to her are justthatdistracting.
She groans deeply. Sounds of skin meeting skin. I can actuallyhearhow wet she is.
“What’s going on?”
I rearrange my expression and pause the voicemail. “Nothing. I’ll have Boris drop you off first.”
Kirill arches a brow but he doesn’t push me as he clambers into the backseat. The surging possessiveness racing through me is not unfamiliar. I’m a possessive man and I don’t like sharing my things. But that rule has never really applied to women.
Placing ownership on any woman just gives her a claim over me. That’s been an inconvenience I’ve managed to avoid so far in my life. I’m not in any hurry to change things.
The whole way to Kirill’s place, my knee keeps bouncing impatiently.
“You sure you’re okay, brother?” he asks.
“Just preoccupied with the launch,” I lie easily.
The moment we drop Kirill off at the entrance to his apartment building, I have my phone back in my hand and I’m reopening Emma’s voice mail. I press play.
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
