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“Are you serious right now? A woman’s life could be in danger.”

I lean against the door, arms crossed, staring at her. “You better get moving.” She’s about to argue when I lift my hand. “She’s with Lance and he’s probably fucking her brains out. Something that could be happening to you, if you would just listen to me for one fucking second.”

She’s pouty and irritated as she lifts her skirt over her perfect ass. Ideas flash through my mind and my pants get two sizessmaller. She sits on the desk and spreads her legs, but it’s not enough to see.

“Put your feet on the chairs.”

“Make the call.”

Only because Izzy’s life could be in danger and Ian finally has a friend, I press Uri’s name on my phone. When it rings, I motion where she should put her feet. She’s spread open for me as Uri answers the phone.

“Izzy might be in trouble. Can you contact someone to check on her?”

Uri curses on the phone. “Yeah.” His voice is muffled, sounding like his hand is over the speaker. “I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later.”

I growl, “Are you on a date? Who the hell is watching Ian?”

Uri exhales. “Waverly is watching him until I get back. And it was barely a date. But it’s training wheels and I’ve got to start somewhere.”

He’s really killing the vibe here. “I’m proud of you, but hurry up, ok.”

“I’ve got this. When are you coming home?”

I glance at my girlfriend, her pink center ready for the taking. “It will be awhile.” And I hang up.

“Better?”

Kayta nods.

“Now take off your shirt and bra.”

I start unbuttoning my shirt slowly and with precision. Katya’s fingers work equally slowly, like she’s trying to match my pace. “My love,” I try the name out. “This is not an evening where you’re in control.” She swallows. My voice is dark. “I want to see your breasts out and your hands busy squeezing and playing with them in the next few seconds.”

She lifts her shirt over her head and reaches behind her. Her bra falls off her shoulders and slides down her arms. She’s nakedexcept for her heels, her skirt tucked into the waistband, creating a black band just above her hips. She teases me as she traces the curves of her breasts, her touch light but sensual.

I finish unbuttoning my shirt and say, “A long time ago, I knew the kind of man I was, what I wanted and how to take it.” Katya squeezes her breasts harder, teasing her nipples in circular motions. “Before Sveti’s indiscretions chipped away at my mind and brought in new insecurities.”

She stops massaging her body and watches me.

“I didn’t say to stop.”

Katya blinks and swallows, then continues to play.

“And you. I was too scared of losing you, and I didn’t want to give in to my darker feelings.” I pull off my shirt and toss it to the ground. “But after a year of secret meetups, and an accidental proposal on your part, I can say with confidence that you’re not going anywhere.”

She watches me, hazy-eyed. Her thighs tense, but there’s no relief. I can see from the other side of the room how wet she is.

“You’re mine. Every part of you.”

She closes her eyes and moans as she pinches her nipples. Her arousal grows without me even touching her. The office isn’t that large, taking barely two steps to get close enough to touch her. I stand over her in the space between the two chairs, her body open and aching for me.

Grabbing the back of her head, I lace my fingers through her hair and pull her into a deep kiss. Our tongues wrestle for dominance, but she knows I will win.

When the kiss ends she whispers, “Hi.”

This isn’t a time for our cute rituals. “Your mouth is mine,” I growl, dragging my thumb down her lips. My grip stays on her skull as my free hand covers her own as together we roll and tweak one of her nipples. “Your breasts are mine.” Clamping around on her nipple, she cries out, more of surprise than pain.“Harder,” I whisper in her ear, and my lips follow the path my hand did.

She moans as she tries to follow my instructions, her hips gyrating as she tries to press her body against mine to ease some of the building tension building up.