Levka suppressed a smile. “You really want to know?” He wanted to be playful, considering her interest in his sex life made him extremely happy. They’ve been skirting around the topic of sex like two virgins unwilling to admit they liked each other.
But then her face changed, and she reared back. “No, never mind.” Luerna could only imagine how much sex he had. It’s like his attractiveness dropped ten points. She didn’t know what it was about men that slept around that disgusted her. Maybe it was because her asshole husband couldn’t keep his dick in his pants longer than twenty-four hours.
“It’s been six weeks.”
She nodded. “Sure.”
Levka took it as an insult for her to act like he was a liar when he’s been open and honest about everything, to a point where she knew more about him than any other person on the planet. Every conversation they had this past month has been exhausting, like sitting and talking to a therapist. But this was a problem within her. There were things Rurik had damaged that might never heal, and he accepted them about her.
Levka didn’t try to convince her. He told his truth, but he did add, “I find it highly difficult when I compare every woman I meet to you.”
A blush crept across her cheeks, and she bit her lip. At least the compliment found its mark. “You know what I keep thinking about?” Her blue eyes popped up, glittering with excitement. “The night at the hotel.”
A smirk drifted on his lips. He leaned his head back on the chair, looking at her through hooded eyes. That night drove him crazy for days. Part of him hated himself for walking away. The purely male, sex-craved piece of shit of him anyway. But the mature, level-headed, decent guy in him knew he couldn’t take advantage of her when she was clearly emotionally void. “Me too.”
A giggle and a twist in bed, and she was holding the phone above with a mischievous smile. “Okay, don’t think I’m coming on to you, but I’m curious. Can you show me?”
His brows knit. “Show you?”
“Because I keep picturing like this anaconda-like thing and it’s freaking me out.”
Levka chuckled, still deeply confused. “Are you talking about my dick?”
“Yes!” she squealed, hiding her face.
“You want to see my dick?”
She hurried to her defense. “It’s just that I didn’t get a good feel, but I got a pretty good feel, and I don’t know if it was entirely you or something more, and it’s got me a little worried.”
He laughed loudly, and she curled into a ball to hide her humor in the pillow. “And you’re not hitting on me?”
“No, strictly curiosity.”
“Sure.”
“Really!”
“Yeah.” He shrugged carelessly. “Curiosity. It’s fine. I’m not ashamed.”
Luerna sat up as his hands went to his zipper. She couldn’t see past his belly button; the desk hid everything below his waist, yet she eyed it like she could use X-ray vision. Her breath caught in her throat, and she held a hand against her chest in a vain attempt to slow her crazily beating heart. He shifted, pulling his pants down. “You ready?” he asked and cackled when she dumbly nodded, incapable of speech.
A massive, thick, slightly droopy feather duster popped from the desk. Luerna fell over in a fit of laughter.
Levka waved it around. “You impressed? I’d say it’s about eighteen inches. It can get in pretty deep.” He adored her fit of giggles and kept slapping the thing. He stood up. “I don’t know if you can appreciate it. Let me stroke it for you.” He held it against his crotch and ran his hand up the silk feathers. He thrusted, showing how he used it and her laughter got louder.
Luerna’s eyes popped up, and her mouth snapped shut as she stared at something from off-camera.
And then Rurik’s voice came through the phone. “Who are you talking to?”
Levka leaned in to get closer, but the screen went blank when she ended the call.
Levka sat still in wait. But the seconds ticked by, and she didn’t call back. Panic popped him to his feet. He dove his hands in his hair, gripping till it was painful.
Still, he waited for the phone to ring.
And still, it remained silent.
Levka paced the ground as terrified thoughts ran rampant.
