I rested my elbow on the armrest and my chin against my fingers, looking down at her.Smiling, she unbuckled my belt, freeing my semi-rigid cock which, even after Irina licked it, decided to remain only semi-rigid.
As she wrapped her fingers around my length, it felt wrong. They were too long, her nails too sharp, her skin too pale. I wanted a smaller hand, a light-olive hand that hadn’t managed to wrap itself around me.
“Oh, someone is tired,” Irina cooed before she wrapped her lips around my length, sucking at my head.
Irina was the best cocksucker I’d ever had and yet all I could think was how, despite her perfect technique, she lacked the enthusiasm Ava had shown.
I growled in frustration as Ava poisoned my mind.
Irina mistook my growl for pleasure and I felt her smile as she took me deeper into her mouth.
I realized after a few seconds of sucking that my dick wouldn’t get harder, not with Irina—not when I looked down at her perfectly styled blond hair and wanted it to be black and unruly.
I closed my eyes and leaned back in my seat, imagining that the woman between my legs wasn’t the beautiful 5’8” Slovakian blond model and star of Victoria Secret’s last fashion show, but the short, curvy brunette who was engaged to my brother.
I just wanted to be done with it and move on with my day. It took a few more minutes of imagining Ava on her knees, with her dark eyes looking at me with a need for approval.
I came and was more relieved than anything else that we were done.
She looked up at me with a sultry smile, wiping the corners of her mouth and keeping eye contact.
I sighed as I put my cock back in my pants before turning back in my seat and putting my glasses back on before looking again at the financial reports that held more interest to me than the woman who had just sucked me dry.
“What time are we going to Giacomo tonight?”
I shook my head, not looking up from my report. “We’re not going.”
“Oh, would you rather spend the evening at home and play? I’d like that.”
I could hear the smirk in her voice and I didn’t miss how she called my penthouse ‘home’. Fuck me, it was really time to say goodbye.
I looked up. “No.” I rested my pen on my desk and leaned back on my seat. “We’re done.”
“Is it because of the little incident?” She smoothed her hands over her hair to make sure her bun was as spotless as it always was. “It happens, you know. Age and stress.” She shrugged.
I arched an eyebrow. “I’m thirty-five Irina, not fifty-two.” I almost wanted to add that my cock worked just fine when I fucked Ava four times on Saturday night and woke up hard as hell in the morning, ready for the next round. I shook my head. “This was long past due. Just email me a list of what would help ease your pain,” I added sarcastically.
I wanted to avoid the whole show of fake tears and fake heartbreak. It had been a business transaction from the start and it had to finish the same way.
“I will, of course, arrange for the rent of your condo to be paid for the next six months until your little heart mends and you find another generous business partner.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, not missing the sarcastic jab; at least she was not going to pretend and cry—that was something I was grateful for.
“I’m Irina Kerkova. Men are begging at my feet.”
Was it supposed to make me rethink the end of our partnership? I was a little disappointed she would think I was that stupid.
“Okay, you’re right.”
She smiled, probably thinking I was taking my words back.
I picked up the phone. “Two months should be plenty enough then. I’ll have that arranged. Email your list of compensation presents to my secretary within a week. Have a good life, Irina.”
“Impotent ass,” she mumbled as she exited my office and I couldn’t help but laugh at the poor jab.
I sighed, leaning back on my seat before twirling around and looking down at the buoyant city that I came to love.
From here, this high in the sky, I controlled my universe, or at least I used to. Now there was a wild card in my life.