“Tell me to stop and I will. Always.”
“I can’t. I just came three times and?—”
“None of those words were stop.”
Eric directed the spray at her clit. Nikolett arched her back, screamed, and started coming almost immediately.
Nine. Eric wrung nine orgasms from her exhausted body before finally declaring her sufficiently punished and carried her to bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“You put the fleet admiral, and therefore all of us, at risk because of your personal needs.”
“He was never at risk.”
“Being drugged, hauled across roofs, and transported across Paris in a wardrobe case is not at risk?” Regina sneered at Nikolett. “Are you stupid?”
Nikolett held on to her temper with both hands. Only the fact that she was still mellow from many, many orgasms kept her from verbally eviscerating the head of Eric’s Spartan Guard.
“Eric is here. He is fine, as you can see.” She pointed to her left where Eric stood shoulder to shoulder with Grigoris. They were watching her, and Regina fight like it was a tennis match.
Eric had an earpiece in, a phone with Nyx’s face showing in one hand. She was live-translating from Hungarian for him.
Maxim, Iacob, and Zoran as well as the rest of the Spartan Guard were in the hall, probably having an argument of their own.
It was only after her punishment—which ended with them cuddled in bed before she inexplicably started sobbing against his shoulder—and then slow, soft sex that they’d finally emergedfrom their little cocoon to face the aftermath of the kidnapping she’d orchestrated.
Eric was in regular clothes, thanks to Regina bringing his luggage over. Unbeknownst to them, there had been a silent war raging all day between her people and the Spartan Guard, kept from becoming fist-fights in the hall only because they were trying to keep a low profile and not alert the Spaniard as to exactly how many people she had protecting her. Assuming he hadn’t already seen that after Eric’s arrival spooked everyone.
The Spartan Guard had been trying to rescue Eric when they weren’t arguing with her team, and they’d been wildly unsuccessful. The security net her people had set, with help from the French security team, had done its job, in this case keeping the Spartan Guard from physically getting to Eric. Negotiation also hadn’t worked, and Grigoris had held firm in refusing to interrupt them. The double failures explained Regina’s foul temper.
“I don’t care if you fuck him,” Regina snapped, “but I need to know where he is.”
“You knew where he was. We told you.”
“I need to hear it from him.”
“You want him to call you next time he’s fucking me?Whilehe’s fucking me?” Nikolett sneered. Okay, maybe she wasn’t all that calm anymore. “Don’t project your failure onto me. It is not my fault you didn’t protect the roof.”
“I will?—”
“Enough,” Eric barked in English, cutting Regina off. “Nikolett, next time you want to kidnap me, have your people coordinate it with the Spartan Guard, and you can’t institute a communications blackout.”
Nikolett was gearing up to argue with Eric—one of her favorite pastimes—when Regina said, “I would have helped.”
Nikolett turned to Regina, blinking.
“If you’d asked, I would have helped you.” Regina crossed her arms. “Sometimes protecting him means protecting him from his own stupid choices. He’s made many stupid choices when it comes to you.”
Nikolett absorbed that.
“You two need to stop being stupid and get married,” Regina added.
If she’d been calm, she might have gone to Regina for help. “I should have come to you. I was…a little angry.”
The sparkling fury faded from Regina’s gaze. “A Hungarian woman’s ‘little angry’ is huge and terrifying to the rest of the world.”
Nikolett laughed in agreement.
