“We’re not having sex while waiting for an important shipment, Kirill. That’s just not going to happen.” Her confident way of speaking makes my dick fucking hard.
“Why wouldn’t we? We have two hours to go.”
“I’d lose concentration,” she admits in a lower tone. “And I’d have shaky limbs, which wouldn’t help in the least when I’m supposed to be a sniper.”
“Then you can just rest here. We’ll take care of the mission.”
“So now I’m only useful for sex while you and the otherstake careof the mission?”
“I never said that.”
“Well, that’s what I’m getting. I’m telling you, Kirill, my job is more important than sex.”
Did this fucking woman just say that being a bodyguard is more important than fucking? If this is her way of further insinuating that I’m ‘convenient,’ I swear to fuck—
“Well, not more important,” she blurts, her cheeks reddening. “They can’t be compared, I guess. All I’m saying is that we can’t have sex. It’s distracting and I’m trying to stay focused.”
That makes me smirk. “I’m distracting?”
“Of course you are.”
Distracting is better than convenient, so I let it go. For now.
“What am I supposed to do for two hours if I’m not fucking your brains out?” I ask.
“You can sleep for once.” She steals a look at me. “You haven’t done that for weeks.”
“I don’t sleep.”
“You did…that other time.”
“When you ran away to meet Konstantin, you mean?”
“When I took Karina to see Konstantin, yes.”
“That was an anomaly.”
“How about when we were in Nadia and Nicholas’s house? You slept then.”
“Another anomaly.” I close my eyes and lean my head against the window in a hopeless attempt to calm my raging hard-on. We only need to get this fucking shipment out of the way and then I’m fucking her to my heart’s content.
That barely offers my starving cock any consolation, though.
“Want me to help?” Her soft voice drifts through the car like a lullaby.
I like the way she speaks like a woman when it’s only the two of us. No matter how much she pretends to be a man on the outside, she completely loses that persona around me.
“Don’t waste your time. I’ve made peace with not being able to sleep. It’s better this way.”
“No, it’s not. It’ll affect you badly in the long run. Can I try something?”
“Be my guest.”
A gentle hand wraps around mine and lifts it up. I open my eyes as she lays my palm on her chest.
I grin. “Have you changed your mind? Should I start by giving your tits more attention?”
“No,” she says like a stern teacher.