Page 20 of Sexting My Bratva Boss

“You have good taste, Mr. Martynov,” Audrey whispers back, her chest rising in slow, tortured breaths. “At first I thought it might be too revealing, but…”

“Mmm, you must be referring to the low cut.” I spin her abruptly, pulling her back against my body. Despite our height different, she fits perfectly against me, her ass nestled against my thighs. I let my hands ghost under her breasts, covered by narrow triangles of the dress, her cleavage beautifully on display. It’s classy, tempting, promising all at once.

“You have nothing to be self-conscious of, Miss Wolfe. We should leave before I get distracted. I’ve worked up quite an appetite anticipating tonight.”

Taking her hips firmly, I turn her again so that we’re face to face. Her wounded hand is cradled between us. I take the other, reveling in the soft feel of her fingertips in my palm.

“Come.”

Éclat never disappoints. The restaurant is splendid, every inch of the walls dripping in gold and elegance. It would almost be too much, except the owner, Julien Moreau, pushed it even further—to the very limits.

I watch Audrey take it in as we sit in the center of the cream-colored dining room, the gold surroundings giving her skin a glow that makes me want to reach out and touch it.

Leaning back in my chair, I let my foot trail against her leg. She jumps, winning a chuckle from me.

“Miss Wolfe. Theserveuseis waiting.”

“Oh—I apologize.” Audrey turns her attention to the young woman waiting on us, whose eyes have already scrutinized her and flicked tome.She knows who I am, and though Moreau’s staff is impeccably professional, they gossip in the back.

Which is part of why I chose this place.

“I’ll have a white wine, please?—”

Lips parted, Audrey glances in my direction.

“I believe I still have a bottle of Domaine Leflaive here. We’ll take that.”

I complete the order by choosing both plates for us, ignoring Audrey’s look of contempt and then interest. With the dishes in French, and her interest in the restaurant, she hasn’t had time to look closely at the menu.

The server disappears and we’re left alone.

Each table is spaced far enough away to create a sense of intimacy, privacy. So, I decide to get right to business.

“Miss Wolfe?—”

“Audrey.”

She surprises me with the offer. And it means she’s giving in, whether she knows it or not.

I smile.

“Audrey.I brought you here to discuss your future with my company.”

A mixture of relief and disappointment crosses her pretty features.

“And as my surrogate.”

Her eyes snap up to mine.

“I—you weren’t kidding…?”

Leaning forward, I promise her, “Ineverkid, Miss Wolfe.”

Audrey.I’ll save it for later, when I’m inside her, when I’m making her come.

“And I never make a threat without promising through. You took something of mine; you owe me something in return. And I want a child.”

Her face turns red as she glances quickly around the room, trying to figure out if anyone has heard my declaration.