“Sit.”
She doesn’t move. “I should be working.”
“You should be doing what I tell you.” I close the distance between us and cup her jaw, tilting her face up. “You’ve been running on adrenaline and guilt for two days straight. Yourhands are shaking. Your eyes are bloodshot. You’re going to make mistakes if you keep pushing, and mistakes in a toxicology lab get people killed.”
“So what, you’re going to force me to take a break?”
“I’m going to make you come until your brain stops racing long enough to actually rest.” I brush my thumb across her lower lip and watch her mouth fall open slightly. “Unless you’d rather go back to the lab and keep torturing yourself with photographs of dead children.”
“That’s manipulative.”
“Yes. Is it working?”
She’s quiet for a long moment, and I can see her fighting with herself.
“Green,” she says finally. “Fine. Green.”
“Good girl.”
I kiss her before she can change her mind, backing her toward the couch until her knees hit the leather and she sits down hard. My hands are already working her shirt buttons while my mouth keeps her distracted.
“Arms up.”
She obeys without hesitation, and that little flash of submission goes straight to my cock. I pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside. I unhook the black bra and watch her nipples harden in the cold bunker air.
Her arms come up to cover herself.
“Don’t.” I grab her wrists and pin them to her sides. “I want to look at you.”
Her face flushes red.
“Lie back.”
She does, and I take my time looking.
I pull off her boots. Her socks. Work her jeans down her legs while she stares at the ceiling and tries to pretend thisisn’t happening. Her underwear is wet when I drag my knuckles across the fabric, and I don’t hide my smile.
“Already soaking.” I press harder, feeling her hips jerk. “What does that say about you, solnyshko?”
“Fuck you.”
“Eventually.” I hook my fingers in her underwear and drag it down slowly, watching her face the whole time. “And you’re going to hate yourself for loving every second of it.”
She’s naked now. I spread her thighs with my hands and look at her cunt—pink and swollen and glistening wet—
“Look at you.” I drag one finger through her folds, feeling her whole body shudder. “Wet and desperate and pretending you don’t want this. We both know better.”
“I don’t—”
“You do.” I circle her clit with my thumb, barely any pressure, just enough to make her squirm. “Your pussy is begging for it even if your mouth won’t. Should I make your mouth beg too?”
Her face goes redder. She turns her head away, can’t look at me.
“Say it.” I slide one finger inside her—she’s so wet it goes in easy, her cunt clenching around me like it’s trying to pull me deeper. “Tell me what you want.”
“Roman—”
“Not my name.” I add a second finger, stretch her open, feeling her hips buck up against my hand. “Tell me what you want me to do to you. Use your words.”
