“I think I know what I need more than you do.”
He tightened his grip.“You need sleep more than youneed 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.”
“Then hold on to your ass, Romanov.I’ll show up ready to wow.”She strode out of the office, and he watched her go.It was a gamble putting her in charge of anything, but one he had to take.
More, one he wanted to take.
What would Keira become if given the freedom and power to do so?
Only one way to find out.
Alexei appeared in the doorway after Keira had left.“There’s new information on the Eldridges.I sent it to your computer.”
“Spasibo.”
He spent the next hour wading through the new intel.He needed to know how Alethea had secured Mae’s bail.Obviously the woman had dirt on someone higher up, andknowing who would be vital in continuing on this path.If she was doing something as mundane as blackmail, her victim would likely thank him for removing the issue.If it was a partner or some sort, that changed things.
The problem was that Keira’s scent had permeated the office.With every inhale, he was transported back to the vision of her spread out on his desk, her hazel eyes hooded with pleasure, her body primed for him.All he wanted was to leave the office and climb the stairs to the master suite so he could finish what they’d started here.
The phone rang, and Dmitri took a few precious seconds to get his head on straight and check the time—five a.m.—before he answered.“Romanov.”
“I have the location for you.”Cillian O’Malley’s voice was perfectly businesslike, just like it was every time he was forced to deal with Dmitri.
He didn’t even blame the man for it.If their situations were reversed, he imagined he’d feel the same.The only difference was that Dmitri wouldn’t show his dislike every time they interacted and give his enemy ammunition to further get under his skin.
There wasn’t time for any of that at the moment.“I’m listening.”
“I’ve e-mailed it all over, though you’ll have to click through a few links to unscramble it.”
Dmitri blew out a silent sigh of relief.He’d been sure Cillian had the skill set, but it was one thing to be sure in theory and another to have the man following through on his promise.“If I find them, I’ll relay the information.”
“No, you won’t, and we both know it.Which is why Mark will be arriving shortly.”
Fuck.The last thing he wanted to deal with was anO’Malley man underfoot.They had enough going on without adding to the dynamic, and he didn’t know how Keira would react.Would she be pleased to see Mark?The thought didn’t sit well with Dmitri.Mark lived in the O’Malley house.He would have had unlimited access to her over the years.Dmitri wasn’t aware of their relationship being anything other than platonic, but he’d also missed the fact that Seamus had hurt Keira.
Going home had done a number on her.He hadn’t had a chance to address it yet, but that was the event where everything pivoted.She might not have been settling in here, exactly, but she’d withdrawn after going back to Boston.Dmitri initially thought it was because of homesickness, but she walked out of that house with ghosts in her eyes.
“Romanov.”
He shook his head.He shouldn’t be mentally wandering while on the phone with an O’Malley.Even Cillian.EspeciallyCillian.“I’ll discuss it with Keira, and we’ll make arrangements for him to stay where she’s most comfortable.”Somewhere not in this fucking house.
“You’re really married to this fantasy that she wants to be there, aren’t you?”
“I’m really married to her.”
Cillian cursed.“She’s barely more than a child.”
