Page 13 of Sexting My Bratva Boss

The growl in my voice surprises me as well, but I keep concentrating on the screen, too absorbed in watching the way Audrey slips her heels off and massages her ankle. Then she glances over her shoulder.

What I don’t say is:

This ismyproblem. Something only I’ll be able to handle.

“Bring me Miss Wolfe.”

On screen, she licks her lips. I like it, so I add: “In another hour. Let her sweat first.”

Like the good soldier he is, Lev turns and leaves without a comment.

An hour later he appears on the screen. Audrey is startled by him at her side, and when he doesn’t speak, she’s even more unnerved.

But she follows him.

I gently stroke the key that unlocks my office door when I can see her shadow out in the hallway. Lev remains out there.

She slips in carefully, and up close she’s even more beautiful. Dark hair mussed, eyes tired, lips bitten with nerves.

“Sit.”

Her hesitation makes me smile.

“In a chair this time, Miss Wolfe.”

Audrey wobbles, but obeys, eyes on the ground as she slowly lowers herself into the Chesterfield chair. It cradles her body in a way that makes me jealous.

I’m out from behind the desk so fast she flinches, and it’s delicious.

The closer I get to her, circling behind the chair, the more I can catch her scent: Citrus and vanilla. It makes my mouth water.

Makes me want to devour her.

“Miss Wolfe,” I whisper, leaning down until my lips graze her ear, “I believe you were a bad girl last night. Talking to your boss that way…insubordination,isn’t it, when you decide not to obey.”

She takes a shaky breath.

“I… Mr. Martynov, I apologize… I drank a little too much wine and?—”

“Isn’t there a saying—that the truth comes out when people drink?”

The flush I noticed earlier is back, crawling beautifully up her neck, out from beneath the high collar of her cream dress.

“So, tell me, Miss Wolfe. Did you mean what you said? That you don’t think a man like me has the time to satisfy a woman?”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

It’s too much for me, and I grip her jaw from behind, tilting her head upwards carefully until our eyes meet. She’s breathing little pants, hitching her breasts up, making me want to rip this prim dress off her body.

“Unfortunately, you didn’t give me the chance to prove you wrong. But I wonder… did you go through with your threat?”

Rounding the chair, I shove it back, the sound scraping across the floor.

Lev knows better than to come in. He knows I can handle myself, even against a woman as vexing as this.

Slowly, I kneel in front of her, my hands covering hers where they grip the chair.

“Did you touch yourself?”