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He leaned forward, resting his weight on my back as his hands cupped my breasts and squeezed. Then using them as a handle, he increased his pace, fucking me harder, his breath ghosting on my skin as he groaned in my ear.
“Uh!” I cried. “Please.” I whisper-shouted. I shut my eyes tight, every nerve in me straining. It was just so good. I needed him to let go. I wanted him to. I wanted to feel his come filling me up. My body was ready.
Keening, I arched my back as my insides clenched around him, cinching him tightly before letting him go, inner muscles contracting and relaxing, trying to milk him dry.
He groaned, low and deep, before his hips jerked. And he was coming into me as my body ebbed and flowed around him. I didn’t know how much more my body couldtake.
He put his finger on my clit, giving it one last rub as his hips snapped, and he gave one last spurt in me. I hunched in on myself, body shuddering before I let it all go. I could feel liquid run down my leg, no clue whether it was his or mine. My leg dropped to the ground, too weak and boneless to stay up on the counter. I collapsed, my head lying amongst the lipsticks and eyeliners, as I breathed slow and deep, just… replete.
He pulled out of me, stepping back and, suddenly, I felt cold. I wanted him back against me. I wanted to fall asleep with him inside of me.
It was a crazy thought and I staggered to my feet, turning to face him, a loopy smile on my face.
“Hey,” I said.
He grinned, quirking his eyebrow. “Hey, you okay?”
“Uh huh,” I said like a drunk valley girl.
There was a tentative knock at the door. “Mr. Levin?” Monique’s voice called through the door. “My girls need to use the room.”
That girl had some guts, I had to admit. I needed to ask her to teach me her ways.
“Just a minute,” Alexei said. He pulled me away from the counter and pushed me towards the showers. “Go clean yourself up,” he whispered as he zipped his fly.
I went off, almost staggering with exhaustion and sexual satiation, mind empty of thoughts.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
ALEXEI
Ineatened myself up in my office, and I made good use of it after I had ascertained that Nora’s stalker was no longer in the club. The temptation to question him was strong, but he was obviously a civilian, and I didn’t get mixed up with those. I did have the bartender bring me his credit card information. Just in case I needed to find out more about him.
I still had some work to do, even though the sex had made me lethargic. Great sex usually did, and that was… phenomenal. Almost scary, really. I hadn’t expected her to be so pliant in my arms. So malleable. So suggestible. The crazy feeling of power that gave me was almost worse than how I felt holding a gun to a man’s head.
The head rush was intoxicating. Dangerously addictive.
If I knew what was good for me, I’d fire her after tonight. Fortunately for her, my dick wasn’t quite done with her yet.
“She can stay for a bit,” I murmured to myself as I answered emails on ETAs for my shipments. Mama’s contact worked fast. I had a feeling we were going to have a beautiful friendship.
Once I was done with those, I decided that, for once, I was going to head home before sunrise. I was still a little lethargic from the intensity of my orgasm and the feel-good endorphins were making me feel like I’d taken a toke of the good stuff.
I sauntered out to the bar, glad to see it was still jumping even though it was closing at three in the morning. My eyes automatically swept the room, noting that my sister and her friends seemed to have left, and all that was left of VIP were a few stragglers. I saw a solitary figure, sitting slumped over on one of the sofas and tensed, wondering if she’d been roofied or maybe she’d OD’d.
With a sigh, I approached the figure. “Please, don’t be dead. Please, don’t be dead,” I murmured to myself. My club just didn’t need that sort of publicity. I stopped short just before I reached her, seeing who it was. I rushed in, leaning over her. “Nora?”
She didn’t stir, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, face at peace. She was fast asleep. I sniggered, realizing proudly that I had worn her out. I watched her for a while, wondering if I should wake her or just leave her to rest. I looked about, knowing that I couldn’t just leave her there.
I looked around for her belongings and saw that her purse was wedged between her and the arm of the sofa she was sitting on. I frowned in concern, wondering why she’d ended up here.
“Why didn’t you go home?”
With an internal shrug, I picked up her purse and slung it around my shoulders before picking her up. She didn’t so much as stir. The girl could have been kidnapped and she wouldn’t have been any the wiser. I wondered again if she’d been roofied. There was a bottle of water on the table beside her and a glass, but it hardly seemed as if she’d drunk any of it.
With a last shake of my head, I carried her to my waiting car. Depositing her carefully in the back seat, I slid in next to her. I could see my driver, Sevastian, peering curiously back at us. He’d been with the family since the days my father was in charge. His loyalty was unquestioned.
“Where to, Papa?” he asked respectfully.
