Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Mikhail,” I whisper. “Please?”
“Not yet,” he says against my thigh, taking a moment to scrape his stubbled chin along the sensitive skin.
I whimper and moan, holding myself back with everything I’ve got. Oh God, he will punish me if I come now, but it’s gonna kill me –
“I said not yet,” he rasps, then in Russian, “Ty krasiva, no upryama. Mne nravitsya, kogda ty podchinyaesh'sya mne."
Oh boy.
You are beautiful but willful. It pleases me when you submit yourself to me.
Why is it so damn sexy when he talks to me like that?
I bite my lip and start mentally reciting the Russian alphabet, so I don’t lose it, when he finally stops, kisses my thigh, and whispers, “Come, my love.”
I let myself totally succumb and fall head over heels into ecstasy. My muscles contract, my breathing hitches, my skin flushes, and I scream out loud in pleasure. When I’m on the cusp of another climax, he rises and spreads my legs further, his eyes blazing into mine as he unfastens his pants. In seconds, he plunges into me. The walls of my pussy convulse, clenching around him. Having just crested my first orgasm, the second hits hard as he fucks me.
Slowly, he drags his cock out, his thumb pressed to my clit as he watches me come. I whimper and beg for his cock. When he’s nearly fully out, he takes his time thrusting deep within me all over again. “That’s it, my sweet girl. Take my cock. I want to fill you. Your pussy belongs to me.”
Gripping my hips with a punishing hold, he thrusts into me so hard a tremor reaches all the way to the base of my neck. I cry out in pleasure as a third orgasm overtakes the first two. “Come with me,” he grates in my ear. “Come with me, my filthy, beautiful little slut.”
Another thrust, another, I’m half-crying in pleasure as nerves tingle up and down my spine. Oh, God, I love him. I love him.
He rocks his hips in time with me, his own release on the heels of mine. He holds his breath, his body stills, and with the next thrust, he throws his head back in ecstasy. I writhe with my own orgasm, enhanced by his, until he leans into me and holds me against him.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear. “I love you, Aria.”
Still panting, I cherish the feel of his lips brushing against my cheek. “And I love you.”
Footsteps sound outside the office, voices rise and fall. I stifle a giggle and press my hand to my mouth.
“So what if they hear,” he says, his hair a little mussy and his clothes disheveled. “If I want to fuck my wife on my desk, I’m gonna fuck my wife on my desk.”
I love that about him, too.
With trembling hands, I arrange my clothes, fix my makeup, and try to smooth my hair, but it's a little bit of a disaster after what just happened.
Oh no. I turn my head to look in my compact’s mirror and see pink finger marks on my neck.
Jesus, Mikhail. Why couldn't you grab my waist or someplace that I could hide under clothing? It has to be my neck. Still, I'm pleased though. Every married woman wants to be loved by her husband. I am sexy, and he makes me feel that way. My husband loves my body.
Even as I'm growing a child in me. Even as the angles of my body soften, and my belly rounds.
A knock at the door. Mikhail scowls at it. Sometimes I think if his scowl or the laser of his glance could cause heat, he’d incinerate everyone and anything in his path.
"What?" he snaps.
"Your lunch has arrived, sir."
Mikhail looks at me sharply while he cleans us up. "I didn't order lunch."
I reach out a hand to his arm. "Easy there, killer," I say. "I ordered lunch. I'm craving one of those turkey burgers, okay?"
"Aria," he warns. He doesn't like to order without making sure that one of his men personally watches the food be assembled so no one can, I don't know, slip arsenic in it, or something.
"Test it for poison, I don't care what you do. All I want is one of those avocado turkey burgers on a grilled bun, okay?” And maybe their sweet potato fries.
He grunts. "I happen to know that Lev is down at the milkshake factory today. He's got something going on, I don't know what, but if you want a milkshake –"
I grin. Of course I want a milkshake.
"Do you want one?”
“I’m all set but I think…I think the baby might.” He grins and winks at me. My heart flips.
He's busily arranging the food on his desk, inspecting it and sniffing at it. "Mint chocolate chip." I smile and go to open the DoorDash app but realize it's not on my home screen. Nothing’s on my home screen.