“You’re special,” he remarked, breaking the silence.
I shrugged in response, and his smile widened.
“Were you going to bed?” he inquired.
“Nope. A movie was the plan.”
“I’ll join you, then,” he disclosed, standing from the desk and holding a hand out for me.
“What about all the work you have to do?” I asked, looking over the various documents strewn all over the desk.
“Not touching anything else today,” he answered as I stood. “I just want to cuddle with you while we watch whatever.”
And we did just that.
**********
“Let go! You sleazy bastard,” I complained, making him laugh even louder.
We were playing a game where the first person to laugh was the loser, setting off the next round. Giovanni, after two consecutive losses, had resorted to pinching the bridge of my nose just to make me laugh.
“Hey, language, kid,” he chastised, still laughing as he batted my hands off himself.
“I’m not a kid. Leave me alone and just give up.”
“Are you sure?” he drawled, the side of his thumb rubbing the tip of my nose in a ridiculously slow rhythm.
I broke out in laughter, and he yelled, “Yes!”
“You cheated. You didn’t win,” I argued, rolling my eyes at him.
“Aw, don’t be bitter. You still have the high score,” he remarked, grinning as he went back to sit on the floor across from me.
“And that is the fact, at the end of the day. I’m above you, far above you,” I boasted, sweeping my hair to the side.
“There’s no above or beneath for us, Bella,” he corrected, his grin gone. “We’ll always stand together. We’re all we have.”
“Yes, and Dad.”
“Hm.”
My eyes slowly opened, and I was hit with the sharp realization that I had been dreaming. But a tantalizing shudder rocked my body, and I smiled, eyes on the ceiling. A smile that had nothing to do with the happy memories I had with my brother.
I felt fingers creep up my inner legs, and I licked my lips in anticipation, wondering if I had been tugged into a different, albeit erotic, dream.
Firm hands parted my legs, and I gasped as fingers pushed my panties to the side, sweeping over my clit.
Wet heat covered my slit, and I let out a soft moan as my hands went down, finding Mikhail’s insanely soft hair.
He sucked my clit, and I moaned louder, crazed with lust. His tongue flicked along my slit, making a shaky breath leave my lips. He started moving his tongue against my pussy, strong and fast, leaving me moaning and panting helplessly. Mikhail tongue-fucked me until my whole body was a weightless ball of desire. His tongue moved with purpose until my back arched in ecstasy as I reached my climax, moaning his name.
When he was done licking every part of my oversensitive clit, he surfaced in my line of sight, his eyes hazy with desire.
“You called my name. When you were…you moaned my name,” he pointed out, crawling over me as I tried to get my bearings.
I realized, then, that he was dressed for work in a crisp white shirt and black trousers.
His lips landed on mine in a noisy kiss.
