While I flip through the inventory, he pulls my hair to the side and kisses my neck while sliding his hand up my inner thigh. I can feel the hard length of him beneath me, reminding me of how large he is.
“You’re making it very difficult to concentrate,” I grumble, even though I’m loving every damn second of it.
“Good,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’d be very disappointed if I wasn’t.”
Bringing his hand between my legs, he cups my pussy in a possessive grip that has me letting out a soft moan and leaning my back against him, forgetting all about the damn order. When he brings his hand up and unbuttons my jeans, I grab onto his wrist, stopping him from sliding inside.
“What about Dmitri?” I look around the small office like I expect to find him hiding in the corner somewhere. Thankfully, Nikolai shut the office door behind us, but I know it’s unlocked, and I’d be mortified if Gina’s husband were to walk in to find Nikolai with his hand down my pants.
Nikolai’s deep laugh has me turning my head to glare at him. He just smiles at my angry look and kisses me. “Relax, he’s at home today. No one will be walking in. I promise. Now, just ignore all the family photos staring at us because I’ve missed you, and I want to touch you.”
I purposefully keep my eyes from darting to the smiling photos of Gina and Sergei and keep my attention on Nikolai. He cups my face and gives my bottom lip a soft bite. My hand relaxes on his, and he smiles against my lips as he slides his hand into my pants, groaning when he feels how wet I already am.
“God, Moira,” he groans, sliding two fingers into me and making me grab onto the arms of the chair for support as he works me with those talented fingers of his. Sliding his free hand under my shirt, he roughly pulls down my bra and cups one of my breasts, pinching my hard nipple between his fingers.
“Fuck,” I whimper, rocking my hips against him as best I can.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “Let me watch you come, Moira. I want to see you come undone again.”
His words send me over the edge. Before I can alert the whole damn place to what’s going on in here, he kisses me hard, swallowing my screams as he keeps working me until I’m shaking and gasping and there’s a warmth running through every part of me, making me feel relaxed and loopy. I laugh and press my forehead to his.
“You’re entirely too good at that,” I say, making him laugh.
“And that’s a bad thing?”
I study his face for a second, knowing I’m getting in way over my head. This is all happening way too fast, and I know I’m in real danger of being seriously, irrevocably hurt. A man doesn’t get to be this good unless he’s had a shit ton of practice. I push the thought aside.
“I’m not used to someone else having so much power over me,” I finally say.
“I promise to not use my ability to make you come easily for evil,” he says with a laugh. “I may use it to always get my way, though.”
I laugh and lean into his strong, comforting body, enjoying the aftershocks as he continues to gently rub around my overly sensitive clit. I can feel the hard length of him digging into my ass, and all I can think about is how badly I want our first time, how badly I wantmyfirst time. When he sucks his fingers clean and buttons my jeans back up, I’m actually sad that he’s not just bending me over the desk. Although, I guess if he thought I was hesitant about our first time being in an office on an airbed, he probably thinks I wouldn’t like the idea of being bent over a hard desk while a bunch of men are right outside the door.
Looking at his gorgeous face, I know he’d be wrong, though. I very much do want him to bend me over this desk, and I’m just about to suggest it when he pulls me up and starts to lead me to the door.
“What are we doing?”
He grins and gives me a kiss. “I want to box with you.”
“What?” I look down at my jeans and sweater. “I’m not really dressed for a workout.”
“We’ll keep it light. You just looked so fucking sexy that night you were beating the hell out of that bag. I can’t get it out of my head.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “Oh my God, please tell me you’re not one of those guys who secretly likes the idea of getting their ass kicked by a woman.”
He laughs and in one swift motion he has me up against the office door with both my wrists in one of his strong hands, pinned above my head with his face just inches from mine. It’s the same positon he had me in that night at the club, and I’m happy I can remember that moment without feeling embarrassed. I know now how badly he wanted me then and how hard it was for him to let me go.
“No, I don’t secretly want you to kick my ass,” he says, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “Don’t get me wrong, I love how strong you are, but there’s not a submissive bone in my body, Moira, and I wouldn’t like it if you were stronger than me.”
I buck up against him, trying to wriggle free of his strong grasp, but it’s useless, and the wicked grin on his face lets me know he knows it.
“I do love to see you try, though.”
I can feel exactly how much he loves it pressing up against my stomach, and there’s no denying how much I love it, too. I’ve never had any interest in weak men. I need someone bigger and stronger than me, and I’m not afraid to admit it.
“Now, come hit the bag with me. I need something to take my mind off how badly I want to fuck you right now.”
My whole body heats up at his words. He gives me a wicked, sexy grin and a kiss that’s way too short before letting me go and stepping back. I watch the rise and fall of his broad chest, knowing he’s getting himself back under control, and all I want is for him to lose it. I know he’s right, though. Now isn’t the time, so instead of jumping on him like I really want to, I smooth down my sweater and take a calming breath myself.