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“Interesting. Based on the sullen looks on most of their faces as they left the room, I was wondering if something was wrong.”
The small hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Nickolay furrowed his brow as he studied her. Something was off. He’d had small glimpses of it before, but now it was more obvious than ever. Something about her shifty gaze and the almost forced nonchalance in her tone made him feel like she was hiding something from him.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Is something bothering you?”
“No, not at all.”
She didn’t look away as she said it, didn’t repeat herself or deflect the question. Was she a great liar, or was he completely off base? Maybe keeping his own secrets was making him paranoid. He decided to drop it for now.
“Can you take a break?”
“I wish I could, but Chloe asked me to freshen up the spare bedroom. I guess that her sister is coming to visit next week.”
He grinned. Spare bedroom, huh? Maybe I’ll join you.”
Alice strode past him out of the bathroom. “I don’t know why you’d want to. It’ll be boring.”
“Oh, trust me. It won’t.”
He followed her upstairs, even though she looked at him like he was crazy as she stopped to get fresh sheets out of the linen closet in the hallway. The second they stepped into the spare bedroom, he turned the lock on the door and took the sheets from her hands, tossing them onto the bed.
“What are you-”
Nickolay cut off her question by kissing her as he pulled her body flush against hers. Her body stiff for a moment, her lips unmoving, but it didn’t take long for her to melt into his embrace and kiss him back. She parted her lips and slid her arms around his back, but she pulled away after a moment, blinking until the haze cleared from her eyes.
“We shouldn’t do this here.”
“The door’s locked,” he replied, dipping his head to kiss down her neck. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but he released it, running his fingers through the soft strands.
“I’m at work…”
Despite her protesting, she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. He slipped his free hand down the front of her pants. Her pussy was wet for him, and his erection pressed almost painfully against the front of his jeans, but he ignored it. She had a point about her being on the job, and he didn’t want to cause trouble for her, but he had to get a taste of her before he left. This woman drove him crazy with her soft curves and breathy moans. She was so responsive to his touch, and when he drove two fingers inside of her, she whimpered.
Moving her with him, he turned and pressed her up against the door, his mouth on hers again. She always tasted so sweet, and the way that she tangled her tongue with his cracked up his arousal.
He pumped his fingers in and out, grinding his palm against her clit and using his free hand to shove up her shirt, pinching her nipples through her bra. He was in total control, and she surrendered it to him, quivering as her pleasure soared. He swallowed her moans to keep things quiet, and she fisted his shirt at his back, as if she needed to hold onto something to keep herself grounded.
Nothing was quite so intoxicating as bringing this woman pleasure. His pulse pounded in his ears, and his cock throbbed with a need for release. Alice ripped her mouth away from his with a gasp.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice hardly more than a whisper. “I’m going to come.”
Nickolay nipped at the skin where her neck and shoulder met, and she came hard, her core pulsing around his fingers. She bit her lip as she held back the sounds of her orgasm as much as she could, but the low moan that sounded in his ear was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.
When she relaxed, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers while staring into her big brown eyes. The warmth in her eyes caused a surge of emotion that made his stomach clench.
How was it possible that he felt so strongly for her already?
“Come to my house for dinner tonight,” he said. It wasn’t a request, but she nodded in agreement anyway.
Nickolay left, letting her get back to work. There was a smug grin on his face all the way home.
13
ALICE
The smellof roasted chicken filled the house as she sat at the dining table with Max. Nickolay insisted that she relax while he prepared dinner, and she couldn’t argue with that. He was busy watching YouTube videos about cooking and bustling around the kitchen, and she couldn’t help watching him. He was so comfortable in his own space, even though he’d told her that he’d never made this meal before. She got the feeling that he was attempting it to impress her.
Not that he really needed to try to accomplish that. He’d already blown her away that afternoon in the spare bedroom of her boss’ house.
