Page 42 of Vienna Bliss

Alexander wanted to spread the sides of her shirt open to show off her lovely breasts. To ensure that Absolon knew exactly how perfect she was, so the man would know exactly what it was he could never have.

“That is all,” Alexander said after a long moment of silence.

Absolon rose, turning away rather quickly, but not before Alexander saw that the man’s pants were visibly tented. He glanced at Alena out of the corner of his eye. She looked back at him, a smug little smile crooking the corner of her mouth.

Absolon opened the door, cast one last look back at them—he and Alena both quickly hid their expressions—and then closed the door softly behind himself.

Chapter 10

Once the door closed, Alena slid off the stool and onto her knees at Alexander’s feet. She tipped her head back and looked up at him.

“How may I please you, Sir?”

He touched her chin, eyes searching her face. She nipped the pad at the base of his thumb to let him know that she was playing. Well, partially. She’d exaggerated her reactions to Alexander’s touch—making it seem like he was hurting or scaring her when he wasn’t.

“I need more than what you just gave me,” she murmured. “Please.”

“You make me feel crazy,” he whispered in reply.

“Oh?”

“I wanted to kill him for even daring to look at you. I also wanted to strip you, spank you, then fuck you while he watched.”

“My black knight,” she murmured.

“What?” He arched a brow.

“Chivalrous and protective on one hand.” She laid her right palm on his left thigh. “But on the other you’re very dangerous. A knight in tarnished armor who will protect the fair maiden only to ravage her.” She put her other hand on his other leg, then slid them both up towards his cock, which was a nice hard bulge in his slacks.

Alexander jerked her up onto his lap. “I hate to point this out, but you’re no virginal maiden.”

“Thank god for that.”

“I completely agree.” Alexander braced an arm behind her back and then pushed her upper body back over his arm. She braced her palms on his knees and let her head hang as he spread open her unbuttoned shirt to bare her breasts.

Alena opened her eyes as his fingers plucked her nipple. She had an upside down view of the far wall and the doorway.

Which was slightly ajar. A thin sliver of Absolon’s distinctive puce waistcoat was visible through the crack in the door.

Shit.

Alena dug her fingers into Alexander’s knee and started pressing them rhythmically—the SOS code, though she had no idea if he’d recognize it.

He lifted her so she was astride his lap. “Alena, are you—”

Before he could say more, she’d leaned into him, whispering frantically in his ear. “You need to hit me.”

He grunted. “No topping from the bottom.”

“Absolon is watching through a crack in the door; you need to make it look like you don’t like me,” she hissed.

Alexander stilled. “Or I’ll close the door.”

“This is a perfect opportunity,” she countered at a whisper. “But you need to do it now. Pretend we’re back in Moldova.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Alexander, you need to do this and later you can give me oral sex for several hours if it will make you feel better.”