Page 33 of Innocent Bratva Twins

“Is that so? What kind of perks?” I ask.

“I never had to share my chocolates on Easter,” she laughs.

I laugh, shaking my head.

“Ark used to eat all of his chocolates right away and then sneak around the house stealing everyone else’s. He was a nightmare.”

The hours roll by, and I find myself moving closer and closer to her. The longer we sit here and talk, the more intimate our interaction becomes, until our chairs are right next to each other and she’s sitting with her legs between mine, my hand on her thigh.

She’s a little tipsy, not drunk, but glowing and relaxed.

All I want to do is kiss her.

It’s all I’ve wanted to do for the past hour as the tension between us builds.

“I think we should get going before they start putting away the chairs and kick us out,” I joke.

“I am a little sleepy. Thank you for a fun night, Nico. I haven’t laughed that much in—goodness, I don’t even know how long.”

I leave my car parked where it is, and we walk across the street to our hotel.

Our rooms are on the same floor.

Standing in the foyer, waiting for the elevator, I’m staring at her. She’s wearing a beautiful short blue dress that floats around her hips beneath her navy coat.

Her leather boots are long, reaching up over her knees, looking sexy as fuck as she leans forward and punches the elevator button again. She’s impatient, and it’s making me smile.

The doors slide open, and she giggles, stepping inside and leaning against the far wall.

I step in after her, press the button to take us to the top floor, and then turn towards her.

She looks up at me, her eyes are seductive and inviting.

All reason melts away as I wrap my hand around her waist and pin her against the mirrored wall.

She gasps against my lips when I press my mouth over hers.

Finally, after fighting the desire for far too long, I kiss her.

Her hands run up my back, flooding me with electric spikes of heated lust. I thread my fingers around the back of her neck and deepen the kiss as my cock throbs, rock-hard against her.

She’s making the most beautiful sounds, little moans that escape her mouth and touch my lips.

Lifting her, I wrap her legs around my waist and grab her ass, letting my fingers slip between her legs and brush over her panties, delighted by the soft warmth of her.

She moans again, a little louder, pushing me closer over the edge.

I tug her panties aside, my fingers brushing over her pussy, warm and wet and ready for me. I slide my finger into her, and she gasps for air, rocking her hips forward to encourage me.

The elevator doors chime and slide open.

I don’t put her down. I keep her in my arms, my fingers inside her as I walk down the hallway towards my hotel room.

She is moving against my hand, holding on to me with her arms locked around my neck while she kisses me with urgent, feverish lust.

I practically kick the door down trying to open it, savagely desperate to get her inside where I can do things to her that I have been dreaming about since the first day I set eyes on her.

The door closes behind us, and my hands tug her coat off, letting it fall to the floor before I drop her onto the bed, immediately lying over her and pinning her gorgeous body beneath mine.