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“This is a dirty way to handle things, Nikolai. You already knew what I would say, and you knew—” Theo lets out a long sigh. “Fine. But this is the only time. When I bring her back safe and sound, you stay the fuck out—yes. Of course.”
His tone mellows out, and I wonder what Nikolai said, to change the course of the conversation. I’m not entirely sure, either, what the resolution of it is, and that knot in my stomach tightens further. I suddenly very much don’t want to go without the added protection.
There’s more silence, and I’m too caught up in my own thoughts to realize before it’s too late that Theo is walking to the office door.
I stumble back as he opens it, and his eyes narrow.
“He’s just overprotective,” I say quickly. “My brother. He—” There’s a space in the doorway, between it and where Theo is standing, and I slip inside before he can stop me, pushing the door closed so we’re alone in the office. “He just worries about me,” I whisper, looking up at Theo.Please don’t send them back,is all I can think as I look at his taut, irritated expression. “After what happened, after—”
I swallow hard, unable to say it out loud, what happened.
“I know about the kidnapping,” Theo says. His voice is still tight and hard, but I think I hear a hint of sympathy in it, the first sign of him softening. I grasp it with both hands, intent on convincing him not to send Nikolai’s security back to him.
“He’s just trying to make me feel better,” I say softly, stepping forward so I can reach out and touch Theo, my fingers trailing along the front of his shirt. “This is an adjustment—we barely know each other, and all of this is already so new. Going to a different country—”
I let my hands drift lower, fingers tapping at each button, down to the waist of his suit trousers. I don’t know if he’s picked up on what I’m doing—hell,I’mmaking it up as I go along, but I hope it’s going to work.
If not, I’m going to be a mess the entire time we’re in Ireland. And while a part of me thinks that might serve Theo right, another part of me is worried that it might make everything so much worse, if I’m not what Theo expects me to be while I’m there with him. A good, happy, eager wife.
“Marika—”
“I have a lot—left over, from what happened,” I whisper. “I get nervous. Fidgety. Anxious—Nikolai knows that. He’s just helping me adjust. Giving me a little bit of my old life while I get used to the new one.”
I think I’ve struck a chord with Theo with that. His face softens a little—and then his jaw tightens again, for a different reason this time, as I drop to my knees on the rug in front of him.
Slowly, I reach for his belt buckle, undoing it nimbly, keeping my eyes on his face the entire time. I remember what he said while we were in bed last night—eyes on me, lass—and I have a feeling it’s a thing he likes. To see me watching him, to see my expression when he slides inside of me, when he fucks me, when he makes me come. I think he’ll want it while I do this, too.
He doesn’t try to stop me, when I slide his zipper down. He doesn’t tell me I don’t have to, or try to convince me otherwise. I don’t know why I’d thought he might—and worse, I feel a small, warm glow of satisfaction that he didn’t. I see the heated look in his gaze, those green eyes darkening, and something about the idea that he wants my mouth on him this badly feelsgood.
Theo groans when my hand slips inside to draw his cock out into the open air, my fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. He’s so large, big enough that I don’t know how much of him I’ll be able to get in my mouth, but I think he’ll enjoy the effort regardless. And I intend to put inquitea bit of effort.
Particularly if you keep him happy,Nikolai said. I think I know exactly how to keep Theo happy. And the happier he is, the more he trusts me—the sooner this will all be over.
The problem is, I shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I am.
I feel a throb of desire when I lean forward, flicking my tongue over the tip of his cock. I can already see his own arousal pearling there, and I have the sudden urge to taste him, lapping it up as Theo’s jaw tightens and he groans. His hand slides over my hair, not pushing my mouth down on him or even gripping it, but his fingers slip through the strands, almost toying with them as I circle my tongue around the tip of his cock, teasing a little.
“God, that feels good,” he groans, his hips thrusting a little, pushing his cockhead against my lips. They part around him, taking him slightly into my mouth, and he lets out another low, guttural groan.
The sound of his pleasure sends another flush of desire through me, and I can feel a faint wetness between my thighs, my own arousal answering his. I close my eyes, breathing in as I try to fight it—this reaction I always seem to have to him—but I can’t. I feel the heat of him pushing into my mouth, my lips stretching around the width of his cock, and I moan a little around him, my eyes flicking down with embarrassment as I hear the sound muffled around his flesh.
Theo’s fingers touch my chin, reminding me of what I know he wants. “Look at me while you suck my cock, lass,” he murmurs, that accent thickening all over again, and I feel my pulse pick up at the sound of it. I look up at him, at the heated desire on his face, and my entire body tightens.
I want more of it. I struggle to take another inch, feeling him slide over my tongue, deeper into my mouth. I tighten my lips around him, sucking as I slide the tip over the ridged veins, and I hear Theo draw in a sharp breath above me, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“God, lass,” he groans, and I remember suddenly with a shock of fear that I’m supposed to have never done this before, that I should be all teeth and gagging on his size, not adapting to it as if I’ve been sucking a different man’s cock for the last month—which is exactly what I’ve been doing. Not as large of one, but—
“Easy, there.” His hand touches my cheek, and I realize I’ve stopped suddenly, my eyes watering with the mingled flood of emotion that’s rising up again. “If it’s too much, lass—”
Whatistoo much is his gentleness. I almost wish he were cruel and unkind, because that I could understand.Thatwould make sense to me. This—his patience with me, his erring on the side of seeing everything I do in the best possible light…it’s something I’ve never experienced before, not even with my brother. Nikolai has always been kind to me, a good older brother—but this is different.
I never expected this, and I don’t understand it.
I shake my head, realizing with some relief that the moment I’d been lost in thought had probably been enough to make me seem inexperienced, as if I were struggling with the act itself instead of worrying about what Theo might or might not pick up on. I slide my mouth off of his cock, catching my breath, and Theo’s fingers thread through my hair again.
“Give it a moment, Marika,” he murmurs. “God, your mouth feels so fucking good—”
His cock twitches, as if to underscore his words, and the sight of it so close to my mouth sends another flush of desire through me. He’s thick and hard and throbbing, damp from my mouth, huge and viscerally masculine, and I feel an ache of need spreading through me. I’m tempted to ask him to fuck me, but I’d gone down on my knees for him with intent, and I’m going to see it through. I feel sure it’s the best way to get what it is that I need from him.
