“What invitation?”
“But we have more pressing matters to discuss.”
I adjusted again, and she noticed the movement. The tension in her shoulders eased up, and her full lips stretched into a teasing smirk. “Sure.” She picked up her cutlery and continued eating her lunch.
“Your father told you about Triev?”
“The human trafficking crime family trying to pull something? He might have mentioned it in passing. It’s a problem I have every intention of handling.”
“Handling how?” I could stop my eyes from narrowing. Impulsivity flowed through Katya’s veins, not blood, and I didn’t want her messing with the Trievs. Especially when I had a hunch, she would try to do it on her own.
“Handling in a manner that doesn’t concern you at all, Sorvino. I am not in the business of spilling my plans to competitors.”
“Katya, we aren’t enemies.”
“We’re also definitely not allies.” She put her cutlery down and dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
I drew a deep breath. “Whatever you’re thinking, I discourage it.”
She regarded me quietly and leaned forward on the table. “Then I suppose it’s a lucky coincidence that I don’t need your opinion, isn’t it?”
Her voice dropped low and sultry, pushing the blood in my veins.
Her predatory eyes were trained on me, so I didn’t adjust for comfort even though my pants were drawn tight.
“What? She asked with a teasing smile. “Won’t you adjust yourself? I’m sure your pants must be uncomfortably tight by now.”
The corner of my lips twitched, and I leaned forward on the table. “What would make you assume that?”
She chuckled. “Look at me, Alessandro,” she said, standing up slowly, allowing me to take in the way her dress hugged her curves. This bloody woman, I swallowed. “I’m surprised you still had enough blood in your brain to try and influence my decision.”
I breathed out, laughed, and leaned back into my seat, just reveling in the hard on she was giving me. “You don’t know what you’re testing.”
“Oh please. Since I’ve had my lunch, I’ll take my leave, if there’s nothing else we’re doing here.” She said the latter part giving me a look that made me want to get up and…
I chuckled. “Believe me, Katya, there are many…many things I would like to do here.” I could already taste the wine I could be licking off her skin. “If I get up, I would have you against that wall behind you faster than you can imagine.”
One of her perfectly curved brows rose in question. “Then why are you still sitting there?”
That broke my last thread of decency. True to my word, I had her pressed against the wall in a heartbeat, our mouths crashed together, tongues lashing each other, and our hot breath mixing.
My hands held her waist as I pressed her harder against the wall, and her arms wrapped around my neck. Fingers digging into my hair.
Fuck. I groaned when she raised one leg to my hip and reached down to grip it and hold it up.
Then I started to rock against her as I trailed kisses down her throat.
Katya let out a strangled laugh. “You don’t go slow, do you?” she accused, but she moaned when my other hand lowered to grab her ass.
Shit. I was so aroused, rocking hard into her, her hot gasps tickling against my ear.
We were going fast, and hard, and…
Katya’s phone started to ring.
I growled against her neck, and she groaned too. Slowly, as the phone rang, we disentangled. She had to place a hand on my chest for a second to stand properly, and I could help the smirk that tugged at my lip.
“Yes?” she answered while I ran my hands through my hair. At least I wasn’t the only one frustrated.