Sasha’s face fills my mind the second I close my eyes.
I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. I should be focused on the job, gathering intelligence, and maintaining the cover that’s already starting to crack. But all I can think about is the way she felt underneath me when I covered her body with mine.
My cock twitches, hardening despite every rational thought telling me this is a stupid fantasy to entertain.
Still, I wrap my hand around my length and give one slow stroke. My head falls back as pleasure sparks through me, and I curse under my breath because this kind of distraction gets people killed in my line of work.
But I don’t stop.
I pump myself slowly at first as I imagine Sasha on her knees in front of me, her green eyes looking up as she takes me in her mouth. Would she be tentative, or bold? Teasing, or taking what she wants the same way she demanded answers in the alley?
I squeeze a little harder, imagining her lips wrapped around my cock and her tongue on the underside while her hand works what doesn’t fit. She’d be good at it. Confident. The kind of woman who commits fully to whatever she does.
I stroke faster while the water pours down my body as the fantasy shifts. Now, she’s spread out on a bed, legs open and inviting. I’d start by kissing up the inside of her legs, taking my time, making her wait for it. She’d probably try to stay quiet at first. Try to maintain that control she wears like armor.
But I’d break through it.
I imagine running my tongue through her folds as I taste her for the first time. She’d be wet and ready for me, and the thought pulls a groan out of me. I’d work her clit with my tongue, switching between soft licks and firm pressure until she forgot every reason this was supposed to be wrong.
My hand moves faster on my cock as I picture making her come on my tongue and how her thighs would shake. She’d gasp my name, fisting her hands in my hair when the pleasure got too intense to stay quiet.
The thought of Sasha coming apart because of me makes my balls draw up tight.
I imagine what would come after. How I’d rise from between her legs and line myself up at her entrance. How wet she’d be from my mouth on her, and how she’d feel as I pushed inside, inch by inch, letting her body adjust to the stretch.
She’d be tight; I know she would. That thought alone makes my rhythm stutter. I’d have to go slowly at first and let her body accept me, but soon enough, she’d wrap her legs around my waist and demand more.
In my mind, I fuck her slowly and deeply, with one hand braced beside her head while the other grips her hip hard enough to leave marks. She’d meet every thrust, taking everything I gave her and asking for more with her gorgeous eyes locked on mine.
I’d fuck her hard.
Deep.
The way I suspect she’d want it, despite her polished exterior.
And then she’d come first, her pussy clenching around my cock, and only then would I let myself go.
“Fuck,” I groan to the empty bathroom.
The orgasm slams through me without warning. My cock pulses in my hand as I come hard, working myself through every spasm. My breathing turns rough, echoing off the bathroom walls, and for several seconds, I can’t think about anything except the release tearing through my body.
Then, reality crashes back in.
The water continues to run, and I watch my release wash down the drain as I try to ignore the guilt settling in my chest.
I’m supposed to be building a case against her family. Gathering intelligence on their operations. Identifying vulnerabilities Adrian can exploit for whatever vendetta he’s nursing against the Kozlovs.
Instead, I’m jerking off in the shower to fantasies about Dmitri Kozlov’s little sister.
I quickly finish washing and step out of the shower, only bothering with a towel around my waist before walking back into the main room. My phone sits on the desk next to my laptop, its screen lit up with a notification.
Adrian.
The message is short and demanding, like every other communication I’ve received from him in the past four weeks.
Update required. What do you have on Kozlov operations?
I stare at the phone and try to figure out what the hell to tell him.
