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)
“Can you blame me when you’re so entertaining to argue with?” He kissed her shoulder. “Walk me through what you’ve set up for the party.”
“I assumed you’d already have all the details.”
Claudia had dropped a report on his desk, but Dmitri hadn’t had the opportunity to review it yet. No, that wasn’t strictly true. He’d had the chance but chose not to. This was important, and it felt almost like a breach of trust to check up on Keira after he assigned her to it. “If I did, I wouldn’t ask you to fill me in.”
She gave him a look that said she didn’t quite believe him, but she finally rolled to face him. “Claudia had me picking menu choices—one vegan, one seafood, and one red meat. Covering all our bases. There were a lot of silly decisions to be made—reception colors, what flavor of cake, that kind of thing.”
“What did you choose?”
“You really want to know?”
He wanted to know everything when it came to her. Even mundane choices offered a window into Keira. “Da.”
“Well then.” She settled against the pillow. “Black and red for the colors. Claudia thought it’d be too gothic, but I think it fits and I like it, so I vetoed her. Cake is chocolate on chocolate.” She made a face. “Damn, I probably should have asked you how you felt about chocolate, huh?”
“I adore it.” He stroked his hand down her arm to her hip. “Though I don’t indulge often.”
“I can tell.” She poked his stomach. “It would figure that you’re a control freak about your body the same way you are about everything else.”
It didn’t exactly sound like she had an issue with it, but he still felt obliged to add, “Being in fighting shape is an asset.”
“I don’t doubt that.” Something flickered over her face, and he could have kicked himself for missing something so obvious.
Dmitri kissed her shoulder again. “The gym I mentioned has been cleared, and you can start immediately if you want to.”
She brightened and then frowned. “Part of me wants to just go for it, but we don’t know how things are going to play out at the party, and I’m not going to be much use if I can’t walk or move my arms because I’m so sore.” She bit her bottom lip, and he had to remind himself not to soothe it with his tongue when she released it. Keira sighed. “This whole being in charge of shit has some downsides, doesn’t it?”
“Da, though the perks are… enticing.” He couldn’t resist any longer. Dmitri kissed her. She tensed as if she’d pull away, but he didn’t give a fuck about morning breath, or anything but doing exactly what he was doing, and Keira melted into his arms. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her skin sliding against his in the most intoxicating feeling he’d ever experienced. As if she couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t touch enough of him, couldn’t think past the need for him.
Fuck, that’s exactly how he felt.
He grabbed her ass and ground her clit against his cock, letting the hard ridge of him drive her wild. She tore her mouth from his with a gasp, and he growled. “I didn’t intend this.”
“Sounds like I did you a favor, then.” She writhed, but it didn’t seem to be enough for her, so Keira reached between them and squeezed his cock. “We’ll make it quick. Just a little fucking before you get back to vengeance and world domination, and I go back to that damn party.” Keira didn’t wait for an answer as she guided him into her in a smooth move. She braced a hand on the middle of his chest and rose to take him deeper. “Just so you know…” She rolled her hips. “I talked to Pavel about having men stationed at every exit to both the room and the house. She won’t make it in, Dima. We won’t let her.”
It was beyond fucking sexy to hear her talking vengeance while riding him. He bent up and captured her mouth for several long seconds. “Good.”
“Mmm.” She clasped the back of his neck, keeping him close to her as she fucked him. She was totally and completely in control and intent on her pleasure, and she’d never been more beautiful to him. “I want Mae. I want to be the one who deals with her—for Charlie.”
By all rights, he should hand Mae over to Aiden to secure what little goodwill they could scrape together, but Dmitri would deny Keira nothing. “She’s yours.”
She kissed him hard, her teeth scraping against his tongue, her nails pricking the nape of his neck. Her strokes hitched, and he thrust up to keep the rhythm going. She was close. He could feel it. Another stroke, a third, and then Keira orgasmed with a cry that he swallowed down.