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She looks at him again. “What did you do to him?”
“Stunned his nervous system with a neck blow. Have any handcuffs?”
“Do I look like I have any handcuffs hidden in my dress?”
Uh. No, you don’t. The only thing hidden under that dress are the beautiful parts of you that I want. I grin, “Nope. Nothing nefarious under that dress for sure.”
She slings her purse at me. “Or in there?”
Simona growls and stomps away. I rip off the cord of the nearest lamp and have Pavel’s hands bound by the time she comes back with two belts.
She throws them at me. When I’m done binding the man up, I stand. She’s still glaring. Fuming. Smoke coming out of her ears, the toe of her sleek black shoe tapping on the floor.
I let my eyes trace over her. Every damned beautiful inch of her. “Fuck, I missed you.”
She fists her hands by her sides.
Then flies at me.
I catch her as she throws herself into my arms.
Her voice is shaky. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or kill you.”
I carry her to the couch and flatten her beneath me as my mouth slams into hers.
Her hands claw at my shirt. When her fingers dig into my skin, a possessive growl starts to rattle in my chest. She spreads her legs wider for me as I push up her dress.
“Damn, hot, fucking damn.” Beneath the dress, she’s bare.
With my teeth, I tear down the thin strap, laying her nipples gloriously exposed for my mouth.
She arches into me when I nip at her delicious pink nipple. Her voice raw and full of lust when she says, “Scotch—Yes. Oh!”
I grind into her. “I’ve been going mad to find you. I was worried sick”
“You have been?”
“It’s a miracle they haven’t locked me up.”
She smiles against my mouth when I kiss her again. We devour each other. Biting. Licking. Sucking, tangling our tongues together until we both are dizzy and panting.
I rub my throbbing, hungry dick against her wet center. “Thank god your shoulder is better because I’m not feeling gentle tonight.”
Moaning deep in her sexy throat, she twists against me. “Neither am I.”
When I drive into her, she throws her head back. I slam into her over and over, needing to feel her, needing to hear her.
I thrust and thrust, until we slide off the couch onto the floor, in the narrow space between it and the coffee table. “Oh, god. I’m close—”
Her fingers shake as she wraps her hands around my face. I tumble headfirst into her eyes. Losing myself fast and hard. I slow my strokes, lean down and kiss her. “Come for me, babe, come and show me how much you missed me.”
Her lashes mist as she nods. Slipping my hand between us, I locate her clit. With concerted strokes and pressure, I drive her to the brink.
Her breath hitches, her legs shake against me. And I don’t stop. I keep the same angle, the same speed, the same pressure.
The climax hits her and she shrieks, bucking hard against me, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm if I had to. I follow with a deep throat shredding growl. When I’m spent, I drop down onto her, making sure to keep my full weight off her small body.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “You came for me.”