Nothing to see here.
Yuri's eyes narrowed slightly, darting from the devastation of the kitchen to his boss's naked back. I watched the exact moment when understanding dawned on his face, followed swiftly by what looked like a migraine setting in.
"I see," he said stiffly. "The boy's... abilities?"
Nicolai's answering nod was regal despite his compromising position. The security team shifted uncomfortably, holstering their weapons while trying very hard to look at anything except their naked boss and his equally naked... what was I exactly? Hookup? Protected asset? Future electronic disaster waiting to happen?
"So this is what brings down the mighty Aleksandrovich security system," I whispered against Nicolai's ear, unable to resist. "Really good orgasms."
Nicolai turned his head toward me, his expression a masterpiece of contradictions—stern warning and amused pride battling for dominance. "Not helping,malysh," he murmured, the Russian endearment slipping out like a caress.
I felt a shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold marble beneath me.
"The team will withdraw," Yuri announced, already backing toward the door and gesturing for the others to follow. "We'll... implement countermeasures for the building's electronic systems."
"Do that," Nicolai agreed. "And Yuri? No interruptions for the remainder of the evening unless the building is literally on fire."
"Yes, sir," Yuri replied, his voice the verbal equivalent of someone who desperately wanted to bleach their brain.
As they retreated, I caught snippets of urgent whispers—"never seen him so..." and "the boy must be..." and one particularly memorable "...electronics fried by good sex!"
The door closed with a decisive click, and Nicolai finally rolled off me, allowing me to slide off the kitchen island on legs that felt embarrassingly wobbly.
"Well," I said, aiming for nonchalance and missing by a mile as my voice cracked. "That was mortifying."
Nicolai's laugh was a low, rumbling sound that did inappropriate things to my insides despite the interruption we'd just experienced. "I've endured worse."
I glanced around, suddenly acutely aware of my complete nakedness in the middle of his demolished kitchen. My clothes were scattered like breadcrumbs marking the path of our passion—shirt draped over a chair, pants crumpled near thesink, underwear... I squinted, finally spotting them hanging from the handle of the refrigerator door.
How they got there, I had no idea, and I wasn't about to ask.
I made a frantic grab for my underwear, hopping awkwardly as I pulled them on. "So that was Yuri? Your second-in-command?"
"Yes," Nicolai replied, making no move to cover himself as he watched me with undisguised amusement. The man clearly had no modesty whatsoever. Then again, if I looked like that, I'd probably wander around naked all the time too.
Focus, Mishka.
"He seems..." I searched for a diplomatic word as I snatched my pants from the floor. "Efficient."
"He's loyal," Nicolai said simply, as if that explained everything. Maybe in his world, it did.
I struggled into my pants, trying to maintain some dignity while keenly aware of Nicolai's eyes tracking my every movement. "Well, I'm just going to..." I gestured vaguely toward what I hoped was the guest bedroom. "Go die of embarrassment in private."
Nicolai smiled, the expression transforming his face from intimidating to devastatingly handsome. "Don't die. I have plans for you later."
The heat that raced through me at his words was ridiculous. I'd just had the most intense sexual experience of my life, and here I was, ready for round two at the mere suggestion.
"Right. Good talk," I muttered, gathering the rest of my clothes and backing toward the hallway. "I'll just... yeah."
I beat a hasty retreat, clutching my shirt to my chest like some kind of Victorian maiden protecting her virtue.
Too late for that.
As I fled, I caught sight of my reflection in a decorative mirror—flushed face, hair standing in every direction, eyes toobright, lips swollen from Nicolai's kisses. I looked thoroughly debauched and, oddly, more alive than I had in months.
Of course, I also looked like someone who'd just been caught having kitchen island sex by their lover's entire security team, so there was that.
I had barely made it through the guest room door when Nicolai's voice reached me, low and commanding with that hint of Russian accent that somehow got thicker when he was annoyed… or aroused… or both.
