Page 30 of A Vegas Crush Collection #2

I nod. I don’t know Ally well, but I sense that she’s trustworthy. Still, Talia is right. I’ve been burned out of millions of dollars, so I can’t be too careful right now.

She sees my hesitation and says, “We’ll figure out a way to make it all work.”

I sense she’s talking about more than finances, but I don’t have a response for her, so I just say, “Ally seems eager to get started, and with all that’s happened, I feel like it’s important to get organized as soon as possible. Thank you for suggesting the help. You were right, I do need it.”

She shrugs. “I hope we picked the right person. When I spoke to her the other day, it felt like maybe she was taking too much ownership too quickly. I sense she’s developed a little crush on you.”

I let out a noise of disbelief. “Come on.”

“No, I can hear it in her voice when she talks about you.”

“Talia, she has been nothing but professional with me so far. And you’re the one who wanted me to hire her. I was just trying to make you happy.”

“That’s dumb.”

“Why is it dumb?” I cross my arms across my chest, annoyed by her suggestion.

“Why would you hire a person, pay money to a person, just to make your financial advisor happy?”

“Because my financial advisor is someone I trust. Because I take her suggestions seriously and appreciate all she’s doing to help me. If she thinks hiring someone to help organize my life will help my financial well-being in the future, then that is what I’ll do.”

Talia’s mouth quirks a little at my answer. “Well, your financial advisor only wants what’s best for you.” Her tone is flirty and sexy, and I don’t think she even realizes it. I have to will my cock not to respond. She has no idea—no fucking idea—how much I want her.

“And your client only wants to make you happy. And for you to be safe,” I answer, trying to keep it light when I’m really fighting to stay under control. I can hear it in my own voice, the darkness, the want. I clear my throat, but I can’t look away. “I’ll fire her if you want me to.”

“No,” she says quickly. “No, you should keep her if you want her.”

“I don’t want her, Talia. I mean, I think she can help me with organization but the only person I really want is you.”

Talia’s chest moves like she’s fighting to keep her breath even. I can see her nipples are hard, pressing against her T-shirt. I have to suppress the groan that nearly escapes when she licks her lips again. Christ.

“Well”—she takes a slow step toward me—“I want to thank you again for your help these last few days. I’d never have gotten through this without you.”

A wave of relief rolls over me, glad our conversation has turned away from this tension, or whatever the fuck this is right now. “You wouldn’t be in this mess if not for me. I owe it to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she says softly, her eyes boring into me as she takes another step closer.

“I do, Talia. I owe you a lot. Especially an apology—“

And then her lips are on mine, shutting me up in the best way possible. A hard, punishing kiss spilling over with heat and passion, maybe even some anger, and tasting of mint and chocolate.

My reaction is to take her cheeks in my hands and kiss her right back. Wild and desperate, a tangle of tongues and scrapes of teeth. There’s nothing soft or gentle about it. But it’s hot.

Insanely hot. Having Talia against me…to feel and touch and kiss.

Talia

I took a chance and just went for it. I kissed Boris.

He doesn’t seem to mind even though he does growl a little when I tug our lips apart. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” I say, looking up at him.

“I’ve wanted to do a lot of things for a long time,” he answers, his hands traveling from the cheeks of my face to the cheeks of my ass.

Umm, yeah. Domineering Boris is super hot.

He pulls me hard against him like he can’t get me close enough.

“You sleep in my bed and all I want is to join you there,” he rasps on a hot breath.

“I would have let you,” I tell him as he goes back to kissing me, his lips taking a delectable walk from my mouth to my neck to my ear.

With no effort at all, Boris sweeps me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist for balance as he walks us over to the chaise.

He lowers me down and then stretches me out, kissing me the whole way.

When he finally drags his lips off mine, he just stares.

Looking a bit dangerous even, his eyes are dark with passion and hunger.

I don’t have to wonder for long what he has in mind because his hands go to the waistband of my shorts.

He raises an eyebrow at me asking permission.

So I help him of course. In a matter of moments, I am divested of both my shorts and my panties.

Naked from the waist down, and burning up from the fiery heat of his stare.

Then he falls to his knees, as if he’s ready to worship me.

“Let me see you.”

My whole body must be blushing at his command. I can’t breathe and I can’t look him in the eye, but I allow my bent knees to part when I feel his hands nudge gently on the inside of my thighs. I’m totally bared to him and one thing’s for certain.

He. Is. Looking.

“May I pleasure you, Talia?”

Yeeeeeeesssss.

Boris

She blushes an even deeper shade of pink but nods slowly several times, her long legs opening up for me even farther in invitation.

It’s an invitation I don’t need to be given twice as I meet her pussy with my mouth.

Tongue and lips and teeth explore her swollen wet lips and her sweet pink clit.

I suck and lick and bite and tease, taking my cues from her moans of pleasure.

Her hips pump against me, her hands pulling my hair.

I focus for a long time on her clit, enjoying her sounds before slipping two fingers inside her tight, hot cunt.

She cries out at me. “Yes. Yes. Please. Oh God, yes please!”

I pump my two fingers in and out as I suck on her clit, so swollen with desire. I know she’s close and I want her to come. I want her to come on my fingers and my face. I want to taste her as she finds her release.

She’s so close. So close. “Let go, krasotka,” I urge. “Let me feel you come. Will you come for me?”

She moans and juts her hips, riding my face and my fingers, a wild animal. I love it. I finger her so hard, suck on her clit so hard.

“Fuck. Yes!” she screams, and I devour her, letting her ride the wave until she finally slows the movement of her hips.

When she stills, I pull my fingers free from the viselike grip of her orgasm, backing away, wiping my face with the back of my hand.

Talia looks at me, eyes heavy-lidded and lustful.

Her cheeks are red and there are red splotches along the creamy skin of her neck.

I lean forward and kiss each red mark until I find her lips, letting her taste herself on me.

We kiss and kiss, and I feel her hands on my pants, unbuttoning, pulling my cock free.

It’s so, so hard as she strokes her hand up and down the length.

At first, it’s slow, leisurely. But the harder our kisses get, the faster her strokes become.

She moves her hand only once, to wet it between her own legs before going back to stroking me again.

It’s such a turn-on. My hands move beneath her shirt, pinching at her hard nipples before pulling her shirt over her head, desperate to finally get a glimpse of the perky tits I remember from our first meeting.

I push the thin, lace bra up on her chest, freeing her breasts, and there they are.

Perfect and round and just as perky as I imagined them to be.

Her dusky pink nipples are taut with want.

I kiss each one, my teeth grazing over her nipples with gentle scrapes.

Jutting them into my mouth, I can tell she likes the attention I’m giving them.

The wetness of pre-cum dots the tip of my cock. I’m close, but I don’t want to be. Not yet. Talia, however, has other ideas. “I want to see you come,” she tells me. “I want to see your face when I make you come. Will you look at me?”

I look up, desperate with need. Wanting her so badly. She’s so beautiful with her hair wild from my hands all in it. Her lips swollen from my plundering kisses. Her skin flushed pink from the orgasm I just pulled from her. And as soon as I look into her blue eyes, I’m gone. Lost. Undone.

I come in her hand like a teenager. She strokes me until I’m empty, then falls forward so our foreheads rest against one another. For a long time, we just breathe together.

Suddenly, Talia’s shoulders begin to shake, and I’m worried she’s crying, embarrassed by our tryst. But when I peer down at her, trying to meet her eyes, I realize she’s laughing.

“What is funny?” I ask.

“We’re a hot mess,” she says, cracking herself up even more. She sits back and gestures between us, her bra around her upper chest, tits out, my cock hanging out of my pants.

I can’t help but smile. “We look like two people overcome by passion, I would say.”

“You can say that again,” she says, practically wheezing as she tries to get her laughter under control. “Christ on a cracker, this was hot. I think maybe we should rethink the keep-it-professional thing. At least be friends with benefits, right?”

She’s so forward. It turns me on. A lot. My cock twitches at thoughts of having her in my bed, spread out, ready to take all of me.

Still, I don’t really do casual, and it’s what she’s suggesting.

“Talia, I don’t…I am not really into doing the casual sex thing.” Someday I will need to explain to her the reason I feel the way I do, but not tonight, not now.

“It wouldn’t be a one-night stand,” she says. “And I’m not interested in being with anyone but you.”

“So?”

“So, it wouldn’t be casual. It would be a consenting, mutually beneficial, exclusive sexual relationship. It’s clear we’re compatible, and it’s clear we both need the release.”

“But I do not want you to feel used. That would be the last thing I would want.”

“Look, Boris, I trust you. You are good and kind. I would never worry about feeling used when I’m with you. It doesn’t have to be serious, but it wouldn’t be casual either. We can just enjoy each other and see where it goes.”

I stare at her for a good minute before standing to tuck myself back in and zip up. I run a hand through my hair and lean down to kiss her on the forehead. “I want you very badly, Talia. Do not mark my hesitation as a sign of rejection. I just need some time to think about this. Okay?”

She gives me a shy smile. “Okay.”

I touch her face one last time before heading out of her apartment, and up to mine.

I don’t take a shower this night. Instead, I go to sleep wrapped in her scent, missing her already, considering her words. It doesn’t have to be serious, but it wouldn’t be casual either. But is that enough? If only I can see longer term, do I take this risk?