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Everything about this is a bad idea. The first time was a fluke. A one-off. But if Sandra walks through those doors again, it’s a choice. A deliberate choice. It’s probably for the best if I don’t read into her decision very hard—if she shows up at all.
My brothers don’t know I’m here. After the meeting, which was effectively a bust, I told them to return to the taxi depot to resume business as usual. Keep an eye on things, a finger on the pulse. And I… I came straight here. I’ve been waiting for hours, running every single possibility in my mind’s eye.
If Sandra doesn’t come—good. Fine. In fact, she’d be doing us both a favor. We’ve already crossed the line. If we do it again…
Three sharp knocks sound at the door, my heart leaping up into my throat. I stand, stride over to the door, and open it. The scent of vanilla fills my nose. I’m struck by the richness of her copper hair beneath the hallway lights. Sandra peers up at me with those dazzling blue eyes, and for a second, I forget how to form words.
She shoves me back, steps into my space, slams the door behind her. The air is suddenly too hot to breathe. Her lips part like she’s going to say something, but whatever comment she had ready dies on the tip of her tongue.
“You came,” I mumble.
Sandra presses her fingers to my lips, her gaze locked onto mine. “If we’re going to do this, we need ground rules.”
I can’t help but smirk against her hand. “Oh? Like what, princess?”
Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing slow but heavy. “When it’s just us…” she starts gently. “When it’s just us, we don’t talk about work. Outside this room, we’re enemies. I won’t show you preference or mercy.”
I carefully grasp her wrists, taking a single step forward to pull her into my space. “But in here?”
“In here…” Sandra licks her lips. “In here, we’re just…”
She drifts off, unable to finish her sentence. I don’t blame her. Putting a label on this, onus… doesn’t feel right, because what the hell even are we? Certainly not lovers, and definitely not friends-with-benefits. So instead of trying to define this strange new territory, we let it hang over us unspoken.
Then she lunges.
She kisses me with a feverish passion, attacking my lips like she genuinely wants to take a bite out of me. Knowing how fierce Sandra can be, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised. We’re just as wild and unhinged as our first night together, clawing at each other’s clothes, hair, skin.
Heat pools deep within my core, my cock throbbing against the confines of my pants. I need to feel her like I need air. This craving I have for the taste of her lips is so overwhelming it blanks my mind. Sandra has reduced me to nothing more than an animal, hungry and ferocious—and she seems to like it.
Clothes. Weapons. They’re all lost to the floor as we scramble to the bedroom, practically tripping over one another in our haste. There’s nothing more satisfying than combing my fingers through Sandra’s red locks and getting to mark her pretty throat with harsh kisses is even better.
I toss her onto the bed, the mattress groaning in protest as I climb on after her. With startling swiftness, she hooks her leg over my hip and uses the momentum to roll us over, pinning my back against the sheets. Sandra grinds her core against me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I’m quick to roll us back over, determined to part her thighs and sink into her warm heat, but Sandra puts up a fight. She grabs my wrists, tenses her core, kisses me like we’ve got a score to settle.
“Are we going to fuck or wrestle?” I ask with a huff.
What she does next surprises me.
Sandralaughs. It’s not a sound of derision, but one of pure amusement and glee. I’m momentarily caught up in the way the corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles, the sound of her giggle so light and bubbly it takes my breath away. I’ve never seen this side of her before…
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
“I want to be on top,” she answers, raking her fingers over my scalp.
“After,” I murmur against her lips, working my way down until I’m kneeling at the edge of the bed. I hook my hands over her thighs and drag her toward me, pushing her knees apart to expose her soft thighs. “I want to eat first.”
“Andrei—”
I dive in, teasing and licking her sweet pussy with vigorous enthusiasm. She trembles beneath my voracious touch, her little gasps of pleasure sending my heart racing. It should be illegal for someone to look, sound, smell, feel,tasteso fucking good.
It takes me a few minutes to figure out what she likes. Sandra, I quickly learn, is incredibly sensitive. The lightest brush of my tongue over her clit makes her writhe and buck. I draw tight circles against her, listening to the hitch of her breath and her languid moans to determine when to ease off and when to double down.
She has a pretty voice. Surprisingly soft. I don’t know why I haven’t noticed before. Probably because until this very moment, I’ve only given her reason to cuss me out.
“Andrei,” she whines. She makes my name sound like a damn prayer.
I hold her steady, teasing her all the way up to the edge. I’m not the type of man to get on my knees for anyone, but when Sandra cries out and her body trembles with ecstasy, I realize she might be the only exception.
