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I settle into the large armchair by the window in my room and stretch my legs onto the matching ottoman, only two doors down from Sasha in case she needs something. After reading the report and Matt’s upload about Sasha, I send a message to my entire team.
Huddle now! I text, before settling into one of the most intense nights my crew and I may encounter. I send Celia a request for coffee. One of our own has gone off the grid, on a job to get the intel we need to ensure the Chicago Mafia removes the hit from Jenny Torzial, Brian Carrington’s girlfriend.
Our teams have been monitoring and scrambling the flight patterns all night long to provide Chase Prestian and his new wife Katarina the ability to leave at first dawn. The flight is intended to get them into Italy so she can deal with her family, the fucking Italian Mafia, and now this. Sasha is the daughter of the Chicago Mob boss, and there’s a connection to the Russian Mafia? I shake my head and run my hands through my hair. It’s going to be a long-ass night.
I send a private message to one of my top intel men. “I need a full dossier on Sasha Koslov by morning.”
My team signs on to the conference call, and one after another, the beeps keep coming until the entire crew has checked in. “We don’t have much time. The location we were given for Matt by his inside man was either a ploy or a location that they moved him from. Initial intel is on the ground, telling us that he was there, but the team is in the process of getting confirmatory blood samples. If he was at that site, it’s more likely than not that the person who sent us the message is legit. Our goal is to get Matt out alive, and here’s how it’s going down.”
At the end of the call we are all set, except for one thing. I now find myself in a position of having to ask a favor from the one man that I wish I didn’t, but with Chase leaving the country I will need to call Brian Carrington. I’ll have to ask him to meet with Bernatelli’s top man and make an exchange of an indecent amount of money in the event we can’t find Matt and get him out. We have to have a backup plan, and this is it. At the end of the day, money talks, and no one has more money than Brian Carrington and Chase Prestian.
I know Brian’s a good man, although a fucking hothead wherever Jenny is concerned. He’s decent to every one of my team, and he’s done nothing wrong except to date my angel and be the one that she still wants, but Matt’s life is on the line, and I need to put my own feelings aside.
I should leave Sasha alone, especially after the call and learning what I have about her, but instead, I find myself marching down the hall and opening her bedroom door to ensure she is okay. I walk in quietly, and this time she’s not pretending. The soft pattern of a medicated sleep has finally overcome her. I walk to the bed, careful not to wake her, and just gaze at her beauty. Her long blonde hair is still pushed to the side, the way I left it, and her back is bared with the marks of the fucking idiot she was with earlier. While most of the surface stripes, which were initially flaming red, have receded in color to a faint pink, two welts, the ones the physician wanted someone to watch, are still prominently angry looking.
I know without a doubt at some point we’re going to have a conversation about what she needs and her sexual appetites. I also know we won’t be having this conversation tonight and that I will need to be in Chicago to deal with all of this shit tomorrow, so I take her phone, enter my contact information and send her number to my own, and head back to my room to rest.
* * *
It is barelyfour a.m. when I hear a squeak in the hallway. A distinct sound made when someone tries to creep slowly but scuffs their rubber soles over a wooden floor. It is coming from just outside my room, and I know for sure my security team hasn’t let anyone else into the condo and that it can only be one person. I move to the door, careful and quiet, and when I hear another squeak right outside my door I open it, startling the beautiful blonde Russian trying to slip past my room.
“Going somewhere, Angel?” I ask, taking pleasure in her surprised little squeal.
Clearly flustered at having been caught, she manages to straighten herself and tosses her long blonde hair before responding. “I have a flight to arrange, not that it’s any of your business,” she retorts, flashing her baby blues at me.
I narrow my eyes at her. “Where are you going, Sasha?” I ask.
She is quiet for a moment, and I’m not sure if I’m going to have to ask the question again, but I wait, watching her, giving her time, and she finally answers.
“I need to get back to Chicago. I was supposed to fly home last night with the person I came to the party with, but we all know how that turned out,” Sasha says, looking down again, seemingly embarrassed by her explanation.
“What time does your flight leave?” I ask, tilting her chin upward because I’ll be damned if she thinks that fuck’s decision to leave her has any reflection on her.
Sasha’s cheeks turn a lovely color of pink, and my dick throbs hard. She looks me right in the eye. “I don’t exactly have a flight yet. I checked last night, and there are a few out of LAX to Chicago this morning. I thought the best way to get a ticket was to show up, be prepared to pay a ton, and buy one,” Sasha says, shrugging.
I inhale deeply. This woman is testing every bit of control that I have. I’d like nothing better than to take her over my knee for not asking me to get her back to Chicago. She put herself out there, and while I had my reasons, damn good ones in my book, she believes that I rejected her, that I don’t want her, and I can’t expect her to come to me as a result.
“I’ll arrange a private jet for your flight back to Chicago. We’ll have you in the air sooner than you can get there otherwise. I can think of much better ways to spend your time than sitting in the airport,” I say.
“I appreciate your offer, but you don’t need to do that. I can take care of myself,” Sasha says, looking up at me with those seductive little eyes that flash with interest but then quickly look away to hide it from me.
My hand snakes under her hair and around her nape as I pull her toward me. Her breath hitches and she swallows as her pulse races. She can feel the magnetic draw between us, too. “You remember when I told you that I would let you know when our time was right?” I ask.
“Yes,” Sasha says, and her breathing changes as I slip the hoodie from her shoulders.
“The medication has washed through your system, and that electrical charge between us still exists. It’s time,” I say, pulling my angel closer, watching her baby blues dilate and turn hazy with desire, before capturing her heart-shaped lips with my own.
She moans and leans into me and the feel of her body softening in submission, her moist, supple mouth opening to me as I capture her lips is beyond imagination. I reach down, lifting her slight frame under her knees, pulling her to my chest, closing the door behind me with the heel of my boot, and carry her to my bed.
I sit with her on top of my lap, kissing her, my tongue exploring her depths as she purrs with pleasure. There is no way that she’s going back to Chicago without knowing how much she’s wanted. The little hitch of her breath is intoxicating, and my balls tighten, and my dick hardens into a steel rod that feels like it’s on fire with the need for this woman.
“Strip for me, Angel,” I say, settling her onto her feet in front of me as she reaches for the lacy white bottom of the cami she’s wearing. When she pulls it from her frame, my breath audibly catches. I’ve seen her tits before, but there is nothing like the feeling of her baring them, just for me.
Exquisitely perfect, high, firm, and nipples that are already erect with need. I take them in my mouth, one at a time, and slide my hands down the sides of Sasha’s waist. She moans as I suck one of her hardened pink nipples, caressing and then twisting the other one between my fingers, watching her squirm as my dick hardens to the point of no return.
“Yes,” she says. One little word, and with that, I finish undressing her myself, sliding her yoga pants down those long, toned ballerina legs and over her red painted toes. I take my time rising, sliding my hands up her calves and around the gentle curves of her muscled thighs before settling on her ass, caressing her cheeks as I kneel in front of her. I stroke her luscious ass and use her cheeks to pull her closer so that I can nuzzle her mound and smell her arousal. Her eyes have already glazed with desire, and her little belly tightens, letting me know how anxious she is for my touch.
Her hands hold the back of my neck for balance, and today I’ll allow it since I have nothing to restrain her with standing up and don’t want to hurt her back.
