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Viktor rounded on me, punching our safety belts. He then sprang forward, capturing me in his hard grip, and smothered me with his large frame. His lips covered mine, mouth hot and rough. I sucked in a sharp breath and melted under his assault. I climbed him, moving eagerly against him.
Fuck, he felt good.
The sweet bite of familiarity skated over my skin. This was amazing, and every inch of my body screamed for more. I clawed at his shirt, pulling the material from his jeans. Warm, toned flesh flexed under my fingertips. Pulling his lip between my teeth, I bit down, just hard enough to let him know I was angry. A growl rumbled through his chest, and he snatched my hair, twisting it around his hand. He pulled, holding my head at a merciless angle as he deepened the kiss. I whimpered, pleasure drenching my pussy.
Viktor reared back, releasing me as if burned. “We can’t,” he panted, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“Oh, screw that,” I bit out.
“Bri—” he warned.
But I was already across the seat. Hiking up my pencil skirt, I straddled his lap. His hands came down hard on my hips.
Brushing my hands over his hair, I leaned down and trailed kisses over his face. This was all I wanted—consequences be damned. Words, usually my greatest ally, failed me in the fight for this man.
His greedy fingers dug into my bare flesh, pushing the skirt higher to grant him better access to my ass and thighs. I reached down, but the damn belt and jeans over his package took too long. Cursing, I struggled to get at him.
With teeth and hands, Viktor tore the buttons on my blouse, burying his face in the lace of my bra. “I fucking missed these,” he growled.
I snapped his belt open and made short work of the fly on his pants. Pulling the fabric back, I released his dick.So big.So hard. I rose, rubbing the velvet tip against my wet pussy.
“No underwear,” he said approvingly.
“I learned.” I looked down at him and gave him a shy smile. “Isn’t this how you prefer me? Wet and ready...sir.”
A deep rumble vibrated his entire frame. “Good girl, Bri,” he growled.
With a hard tug forward, he took control and slid deep inside me. Thick and hard, he made me feel full in the best way. Rocking forward, I began to ride him. Those solid shoulders made a good brace. As he grabbed my hips, I braced myself and let him take control.
The world shattered around me, and I rested my chin in his hair. He pumped me up and down a moment longer, his own release coming quickly on the heels of my own.
With his fingers laced through my hair, Viktor pulled me down for another scorching kiss. I drank him in, riding out the waves of my release, and when he broke our kiss, he held me in place as we panted, hard.
“I wasn’t ready for our contract to end,” I confessed.
“You think it’s because our contract ended that I left you? No, Bri, I had to betornaway. Don’t you get that?” His voice was raw. Those glacial eyes searched my face, begging me to understand.
“Why do I get the sense that this is still goodbye?” I whispered, trying and failing to piece everything together.
“You’ve got to go back to the other coast, suits. It’s not safe here.”
It was now or never; time for me to make my closing argument. “Look, Viktor, it’s not easy for me to let people in. It took years of your torment, which I see now was a special blend of teasing and seduction, but I’m here, telling you that whatever is between us is more than the best sex I’ve ever had. As hard as it is for me to admit, I’m not ready to let what we have go, especially on such a strange, rocky finish.”
“The best, huh?” Viktor arched a brow, a cocky grin curling his mouth.
I let out a short breath and shook my head. “Go ahead—crow. You know it’s true.”
That smile lingered for a heartbeat longer before Viktor shut his eyes. His full lips thinned into a tight line. “You can’t be out here. Sophia was an idiot to invite you.”
Still stuck in such an intimate position, I suddenly felt exposed. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll go.”
“You can’t stay, suits. What about New York? What about your career—everything you’ve worked for?”
“If you won’t tell mewhyI can’t stay, then New York can figure itself out—”
“Bri! What does that even mean?”
He was right. I was talking madness. “I—I don’t know,” I stuttered.
