She was breathing heavily and for a moment, I was sure that her eyes mocked my lack of self-control at her presence. “You’re very violent Yuri,” she grated. “Harassing me seems to come as second nature to you.”
“And you’re very flippant April,” I shot back. “Disrespecting me seems to come very easily to you.” I was close to her now, her scent swirling around me like an aphrodisiac, intoxicating me.
Her gaze bored into mine as her chest rose and fell quickly.
It was clear. Neither of us wanted to back down.
So we met the only way we could and in the way that didn’t need any reason. She reached for me with her lips and I went after her with all I had. Her unique flavor registered in my head and my entire body came alive with crazed lust. I really was like an addict. I’m not sane unless I’m fucking mating with her.
I was hard, achingly so and devoured the mouth that I’d starved myself from this morning.
Neither of us said a word but none was needed. The need, the anger, the frustration, and the confusion about what the hell was happening to us was all evident in the way we consumed each other. In one moment, my hands were on her face to hold her in place and in the next around her waist, needing there to not even be an inch of space between us. My lips were on her neck, and in the next second, they were covering her breasts. She ground her hips into my rock hard dick and I cursed at her choice of outfit.
“Wear fucking dresses more often,” I spat.
She gripped my shirt in fury forcing me to stop and look at her. “Stop telling me what to fucking do.”
“I’m your damn boss,” I reminded.
“Not in this damn moment,” she declared.
“We’ll see about that,” was my response as I simultaneously yanked both her panties and jeans down her hips. I palmed her soaked pussy and she groaned into my neck. Just as I slipped two fingers inside of her, the door that connected my office to the boardroom was thrown open.
She gasped in fear and I instantly moved to cover her from view, slamming my hips against hers. It was fucking Alex. I was going to start hating him soon if he carried on like this much longer.
I turned my head, and glaring at him, and roared, “Get the fuck out.”
As if he’d found me doing nothing more than sipping coffee, he headed over to the table, and retrieved his phone from it. Alex never forgot anything except on purpose. He was the most vigilant bastard I knew.
“Doctor Clover is on his way up,” he threw over his shoulder in Russian as he sauntered out of the door. “Keep your voices down.”
I swore to deal with him later on as he slammed the door shut. Turning back, I found April’s face buried in my chest. I waited, and when she eventually found the courage to raise it up to mine, my heart melted at the sweet shade of pink her entire face had become.
“We have five mins,” I said.
She looked as though she wasn’t convinced that we should continue on. I took away the decision and gripped her thighs. In one smooth movement, her legs were off the floor and encircled around me. With one hand, I held her in place and with the other, I made quick work of unzipping my fly.
My cock sprung out and the moment she saw it her pupils dilated. She reached for it and for a few moments, I let her stroke it adoringly.
“How are you so fucking big?” she asked.
My eyes widened slightly. It was the first time I had heard her talk dirty to me, and I sure as hell liked it.
“How are you so fucking sweet?” I muttered.
The smile that spread across her face was deliciously erotic. There was no point fighting it. I just completely surrendered to her incontestable hold over me and I slammed into her.
She grabbed my shoulders, urging me on, and I began to pound furiously into her. This was priceless. To be able to feel like this with her…. I felt myself shudder.
We climaxed in less than five minutes.
Chapter 27
April
I sensed his presence the moment he came into the kitchen.
It was past midnight, and the whole household was asleep, or so I had thought. A craving for the blend of chamomile I was slowly getting addicted to had driven me down for a midnight refreshment.
He was soundless as he approached, and my heartbeat felt as if it was disconcertingly loud in the deadly quiet room. Without a word, I went on my tiptoes to reach for the jar in the cupboard above. He came up behind me and retrieved the jar on my behalf. I froze at the contact. It was simple, but so intimate it made my chest hurt. His warmth intoxicated me as he placed the jar down on the counter and turned around without a word to leave.