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“Good girl.” The rush of pleasure I felt at his little praise made me blush, half in embarrassment. But it also made me ache for him more.
I hung onto the bars as he tucked pillows under my back, and then slid between my thighs on his knees. I felt his cock slide against the lips of my pussy and moaned. But then he leaned forward and started kissing my breasts, taking his time as I squirmed under him. Then he took one of my nipples in his mouth and suckled deeply, turning my moans into whimpers.
My clit tingled with frustrated pleasure with every lash of his tongue against my skin. My hips jerked reflexively, rubbing against his erection again and again without his entering. I wanted to grab him, run my hands over him, dig my nails into his skin, but I kept my fingers obediently wrapped around those handles. My heels slid back and forth against the velvet coverlet as I struggled against the urge to beg for his cock.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Please,” I whispered.
He chuckled and sucked harder, but didn’t make a move to push himself into me. I writhed on his lap, gripping those handles like I wanted to squeeze through them.
“Please, please fuck me,” I sobbed finally.
He lifted me slightly and I felt him press into my aching pussy, slow and smooth, while I bucked my hips and groaned with relief. His fingers dug into the globes of my ass and held me steady as he started thrusting.
He was stronger than I remembered. More limber, more relentless. His cock and his mouth together sent jolts of pleasure through me that I could barely endure. Within the first minute, I could already feel my first climax building.
Then it hit, and I arched like electricity was running through me, gripping the wood behind me and thrashing in time with my contractions. My cries echoed around the huge room, and I couldn’t stop them.
He groaned against my breast and switched to the other nipple, forcing himself to slow down a little while his surging hips drew out my pleasure. I ground against him, my clit tingling with hunger yet again as he pounded into me over and over.
He was so cool, so in control, so focused on my pleasure that every tremor and groan my desperate movements coaxed from him felt like a triumph. And when he finally lost control and started pounding against me, it excited me so much that I came again, clenching around his surging cock while his groans shuddered with bliss.
We collapsed together onto his bed, my head falling back in surrender. He gently worked my hands free from the woodwork and I slid them over his back, caressing his beautiful body while he shivered and moaned softly in my ear.
I drowsed, feeling him slip free of me long enough to get rid of his condom. I didn’t think I could move. Every muscle in my body was tired.
I shouldn’t have done this, I thought even as I lay entwined with him, enjoying every second of it.There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t have done this.
But it was done.
And now, I had to figure out how to live with the consequences.
Chapter 9
Viktor
Iwanted to keep my little Olivia at least through supper, but I knew she had obligations…including to my son. The pleasure I felt with her in my bed was beyond any I had partaken of before or since. It made me as eager for her as any smitten twenty-year-old. But the maturity of age gave me control.
So we had an early meal together, mostly quiet. We had exhausted each other. And then we worked out the paperwork she had brought in perhaps fifteen minutes, and I sent her on her way.
It did not trouble me that she had not told me about Michael yet. That was an awkward, heavy conversation, and though we needed to have it soon, I had no worries that I would never see her again. She would be back. Again, and again.
She wouldn’t be able to help herself.
As for me, she had already borne me a son. A happy accident, but it made the idea of a regular involvement with her even more intriguing. I was still a young man, but I wanted to put down a few roots now that I was pakhan. I didn’t want my sex life or my personal legacy to fall by the wayside while I was whipping Boston back into shape.
I looked back over the inventory sheets for my uncle’s estate sale, confident I would soon have that part of things neatly tucked away in my completed file. I was confident that Olivia would work hard for me. I doubted she would let herself do any less.
I wasn’t a manipulator when it came to women. I had seduced plenty of single women who had been on the fence about coming to my bed, but that was more about being able to read what they said, what they didn’t, and what their bodies were telling me. I preferred an explicit yes, but by the end of an evening with me, they ended up saying that a lot anyway.
I dragged my thoughts away from Olivia and the things I wanted to do to her, and grabbed my phone, texting Boris.
I’ve got the estate sale handled and settled our hospital bills. How are things over there? How is Ivan?
There was a long pause before he started entering his answer. I waited, frowning. Then it came, and I nearly dropped the phone onto my desk.
He’s taken a bad turn in the last few hours. He’s still alive but he’s going into surgery again.
My jaw set and I stood up, my afterglow torn to shreds by a rush of adrenaline. Damn it! I let myself get distracted while Ivan was still vulnerable.
