Page 9 of Innocent Bratva Twins

She has a feminine delicacy about her that I want to hold. I want to reach out and touch it. If I kissed her, I would taste it on her lips.

“When would you like me to move that meeting to?” she asks, her eyes on me.

“What meeting?” I ask.Oh fuck. Focus, stop daydreaming about her.“Right—yes—anytime the following week,” I answer quickly.

She nods again, making notes.

“That’s it for the moment,” I say, taking a step away from her. It’s better if I get out of here. Being around her right now is dangerous.

I rush back to my office, closing the door behind me to give myself some privacy.

Shit, man. I need to pull myself together. What the hell is wrong with me? She’s making me lose control in ways I did not think possible. If I don’t stop heading down this path, I’m going to end up doing something dangerous, like kissing her—and once I kiss her, there is no telling what will happen. Will I be able to stop myself from going further? From tearing her apart?Fuck. She’s so fucking gorgeous.

I sink into my office chair, huffing out a loud, annoyed breath.

Ever since she started working here, I’ve been obsessing over her. It’s refreshing, though, which is why I’ve been enjoying it so much.

It’s amazing not to be so caught up thinking about the loss of my brother or his missing best friend. It’s like taking all of my worries and stress and setting them aside for a moment, just enjoying myself.

Allowing myself to think about her is a luxury.

Perhaps one I can’t afford to indulge in.

Leaning back in my office chair, I close my eyes for a moment, pressing my hands against them to massage away the images of her in that tight black dress.

The way is hugs her waist, curving out over her lower back, the dip just before it swells over her ass—what a perfect ass she has…

I want to bend her over the desk and slap her ass, watch it jiggle ever so slightly. My cock goes hard just thinking about it—

I walk into her office and pull the door closed behind me.

She is leaning over her desk with her back to the door, making notes on a piece of paper.

She hears me come in and stands straighter to look at me.

“Is there anything I can do for you, sir?” she asks in her sweet, innocent voice, her eyes glittering with hope, eager to please me in every single way.

“Yes, my angel. You can bend over that desk again,” I say, closing the gap between us.

“Oh,” she says in surprise. “Sir—“

I set my hands on her waist and move her to face the desk, pushing her forward at the same time. She gasps in surprise, turning to look at me over her shoulder.

“Be a good girl, don’t fight me on this,” I growl.

“But sir—" she squeals.

Her words are cut short as I run my hand between her thighs, up the inside of her leg. Her breathing gets heavier; my heart races as my cock throbs with the anticipation of thrusting into her.

I brush my hand over her ass, pushing her dress up, letting my eyes wander over her perfect form.

Then I pull her panties aside and slide my—

What the fuck am I doing? My hand is pressed against my cock, rubbing back and forth over my pants. It’s rock-hard, threatening to rip through the seams of my pants. I’m so fucking turned on right now.

I’m at my desk. Anyone could walk in.

This is not the time or place to be getting lost in fantasies about my new executive assistant.