She leaned in until her hair brushed his arm.“What’s the next play?”
It was only then that he realized she’d changed something about her clothing from the last time he’d seen her.The blazer had hid it from him before, but with her current angle, he could clearly see that she’d taken off her bra, and the lace of her top did nothing to conceal her.
He went rock hard even as he narrowed his eyes.“Moya koroleva, you have a habit of leaving off a necessary part of your wardrobe whenever it suits you.”
“Hmm?”She ran her finger down the edge of her blazer, pulling it away from her body so her hard nipples flashed at him.“I got a little warm, so I took off my bra.”
He adjusted her blazer, letting the backs of his fingers caress her through the lace.“It’s November.”
“Is it?”Keira fanned herself.“So hot.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“That right there is a ten-dollar word.”She arched her back a little, pressing her breast against his touch.“I suppose now isn’t the time to tell you that I’m not wearing panties, either?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Keira might be emotionally spinning, but the look on Dmitri’s face grounded her just as effectively as his touch.He wanted her.He wanted her right there, in that chair, in the middle of the fucking restaurant.He wouldn’t put her in that position, but the desire in his gray eyes had an answering tide rising in her.She recrossed her legs, letting her skirt slide up a bit.An invitation.
He saw it just like she’d hoped he would.“You’ve been a very bad girl, Keira.”
“I don’t suppose you’ll put me over your knee and spank me for it?”
His lips curved.“I think you may like that too much to be an effective punishment.”
Her Russian was flirting with her.Of all the sides of Dmitri, this sly, flirtatious one might have been her favorite.He seemed to save it only for her, and if it was just another part he played, she didn’t want to know it.It mightbe a comforting lie to think he was giving her a piece of himself exclusively, but it was comforting nonetheless.“Careful there, Dima.Punishment can go both ways.”She loved the way his eyes flared every time she used his pet name.Another intimacy between them.Another bridge connecting them in a way she never would have guessed was possible.
“Knowing you are sitting inches from me with nothing barring me from doing this…” He dropped his hand to her thigh and slid it beneath her skirt, the move so smooth, it would have made her laugh if he didn’t choose that moment to cup her pussy.“This is punishment.”
“Let’s get out of here.”She wanted more than his hand between her thighs, and she didn’t want to wait.The only time Keira’s mind truly stilled was when she was with Dmitri, screaming his name as she came.She might be trading one addiction for another, but there were worse choices to make.
“Not before dinner is served.”He traced the band of her garter where it clasped the tops of her thigh highs.“How long can you last before you’re begging me to let you come?”
He was evil in a way that had nothing to do with being the head of the Romanov empire and everything to do with that wandering hand beneath her skirt.Keira dragged her fingers over his forearm, pulling him closer.“Do your worst.”
“Somehow, I knew you’d say exactly that.”He snagged his iced tea and took a long drink, as if he wasn’t tracing a circle around her clit with his other hand while he was doing it.“You are a true delight.”
She leaned against him, fighting not to lift her hips to make what he was doing easier for him, enjoying thecloseness they shared.It could have just been the two of them in this restaurant for all she noticed the rest of the room.Dangerous.But then, whatwasn’tdangerous about her life?Keira turned her head and kissed him behind his ear.“What happens after this reception is done?After you’ve hunted down the Eldridges?What happens with us?”
From his tension, she could tell he was considering playing the fool.Dmitri apparently knew better than that, though, because he shifted to cup her inner thigh and sighed.“I hadn’t put too much thought into it.”
“Liar.”She’d believe that of everyone else.Not him.If anything, he had several options laid out, depending on how Keira reacted at any given time.“How many outcomes did you plan for when it came to me as your wife?”
His lips quirked.“Three.”
She shifted closer and squeezed his thigh.The muscle clenched beneath his slacks, but he didn’t show any other reaction as she slid her hand higher.“In one of them, I’m the pretty doll who is happy to be locked in your room and taken out to play with or display as you see fit.”
“Da, though I think it’s safe to say that option was tabled shortly after you arrived.”
At least he was willing to admit it.She gripped his cock through the fabric and gave him a slow stroke.“What are the other two?”He had to know that option wasn’t an option at all, but it was so very like Dmitri to keep it as a last resort despite that.She kept stroking his cock, dishing out the same medicine he had.
His hand never left her thigh, though his fingers gripped her a little tighter.“In one, you’re either informant for your brother or sent to sow discontent and chaos in my household.”
It was a fair thing to plan for—he couldn’t have known her motivation when she met him on the street and agreed to marry him.Dmitri would guess that it was because he manipulated her into a corner, but he wouldn’t be able to know for sure that Aiden hadn’t outmaneuvered him.She respected that, even though part of her mourned yet another piece of evidence of the barriers between them.Sometimes, like last night and earlier today, they seemed small enough to knock over with a single touch.Other times, they might as well have been impenetrable.“Do you think that now?”
“I highly doubt it, though I’d be a fool to underestimate you.You’ve proven yourself more than capable of being a spy.”His hips shifted and his breathing hitched.The slightest of reactions in response to what she was doing to him, but from Dmitri, he might as well have yelled to the heavens.“That said, if you’re here with my destruction in mind, it’s because you decided on it—not because your brother sent you.”He leaned back against his chair, the tablecloth hiding what she was doing from anyone curious enough to look.The move gave her better access, and she had a truly wild moment where she considered unzipping him and freeing his cock.
The waiter approached, and she made as if to take her hand back, but Dmitri covered it with his free one in a silent command to stay.They were silent as their food was laid out before them, and he only spoke after the man had retreated.“It will take an act of God to ensure we make it home before I’m inside you.”
