Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
It shouldn’t be so hot to hear him speak his native language against the most private part of her… except, she couldn’t think of a single thing hotter. Keira gripped the edge of the desk and fought to hold perfectly still.
He ran his tongue reverently over her, exploring her folds. Tasting her. Savoring her. Dmitri used his thumbs to part her. “You are beautiful everywhere, moya koroleva. But a man could become addicted to seeing this little bud swell for him.” He breathed on her clit. “So responsive. So fucking sexy. I could spend a lifetime fucking this pretty pussy with my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Dmitri.” His name came as a whimper instead of the command she’d been aiming for. She cast a wild glance at the clock. Two minutes to go. I am so fucking screwed.
As if sensing her thoughts, Dmitri spread her folds and circled her clit with his tongue. Once, twice, and then flicks that had her crying out. It was too much and not enough, and the seconds ticking down only made the whole thing immeasurably hotter. He pushed two fingers into her, pumping slowly as if he had all the time in the world while he worked her with his tongue.
She looked down her body and found those gray eyes on her, hot and possessive. It was too much. She’d never stood a chance to begin with. Keira dug her fingers into his hair and came with his name on her tongue.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Dmitri licked his lips and cursed when someone knocked on the door. “Hold,” he barked. It was one thing to have Keira spread for him on his desk. It was entirely another to have any of his men witness the show. It was for Dmitri and Dmitri alone. He kissed first one thigh and then the other. “I have a task for you.”
She blinked those hazel eyes at him. “I’m going to need a minute before I regain the use of my legs.”
Sheer satisfaction flared. The sated look written over her face was his doing. She’d be feeling the aftereffects of pleasure for a while now, and every time she did, she’d think of him.
Tomorrow, he’d give her more to think about.
“Dmitri,” she prodded. “The task.”
He dragged himself back to what had to be the priority. “I need you to take charge of the reception.”
“What? No.”
He spoke quickly and firmly. “This is important, Keira. I’m not giving you busy work. This will be our first event as a married couple, and as such, we’ll have half a dozen families there who want to kill each other. Your family will be there, which means both the Sheridans and Hallorans will be represented as well. Ivan and his wife will be there, watching to report back any weakness they see. It is vital that it proceeds without any issues.”
She thinned her lips, but finally nodded. “I don’t know how to throw a party.”
“I find that hard to believe. You might have never been a host, but you’ve seen countless ones put together.” He saw the flicker of doubt and relented. “I have a woman who I usually hire to take care of these types of things. I’ll set up a meeting for the two of you in the morning.”
“Okay.” She hesitated. “Are you coming to bed?”
A loaded question if he’d ever heard one. “Not tonight.” It was more complicated than he wanted to go into, but it had become increasingly clear that Keira truly could be his if they could get out of each other’s way long enough to make it happen. Dmitri didn’t think he knew how to do that any more than she did, and they didn’t have the luxury of time to figure it out.
Sink or swim.
Those were their only options.
He caught her around the waist, holding her in place, and waited until she met his gaze. “I want to. I would give damn near anything to spend the rest of the night with you. But if I come upstairs now, we will fuck, and you need time.”
“I think I know what I need more than you do.”
He tightened his grip. “You need sleep more than you need my cock. Part of what it means to be a leader is making personal sacrifices. Not being with you tonight is a sacrifice that has to be made.”
Keira finally nodded. “I get it.” He released her, and she immediately slid off the desk and went to grab his robe. She shrugged into it, and a part of him mourned the loss of the view.
“Have dinner with me tonight—tomorrow night, I mean.”
“We already tried that—several times.”
“No politicking. No guests. Just you and me.”
Keira tied the cloth belt and hesitated. “Fancy shit?”
As much as he wanted to have her the way she was now, her hair tangled from their earlier fucking, her skin flushed from her orgasm, naked but for his robe, he wanted to capture that glamorous version of her, too. He permitted himself a smile. “Fancy shit.”