“If I’m such a pain in the ass then why are you stalking me?” I threw back before I could think it through.
“How adorable. You actually think I came here just because I wanted to see you,” he said, his eyes dancing at some irony I wasn’t seeing.
Gemma threw me a glance, but I ignored it, my mind trying to twist out the meaning behind Dmitri’s words.
“We have work to do, kitten.”
Chapter thirty-two
Alisa
I tried to ignore the questioning looks Gemma was shooting at me from the back of Dmitri’s car. But more importantly, I was trying to forget the last instance I’d rode in this very same car… And came close toriding him.
“What kind of work do you guys have to do at 10 pm?” Gemma asked as Dmitri turned onto her dilapidated block. “They should be paying you overtime.”
A smirk graced his lips, but he remained thankfully silent. Between the distractions of his hand nimbly working the gear shift and his broad shoulders so close to my own, I wasn’t in the headspace to head off any snide remarks that’d clue Gemma into our actual work.
When Gemma opened the car door, a cheerful smile spread over her face. Relief filled me, I’d thought she’d be pissed that I had to skip girls’ night due to work. Not that I had a choice in the matter.
“The Strand was having a sale on paperbacks, and I know how excited you are to read this one!” She dug into her purse andpractically squealed while pulling out a book from one of our favorite authors. On the cover, a shirtless and overly muscled man was holding a huge broadsword.
“Even though you’re ditching me, I’ll loan you my copy when I’m done.I guessI’ll have time to finish it tonight,” she said with an exaggerated wink.
Dmitri’s gaze flicked to me while Gemma bounced towards her apartment.
“Not a word,” I said, already awaiting the teasing words about my genre of choice.
But there was no teasing smirk, or underhanded comments. Just a thoughtful glance before he turned back onto the road.
“Thanks for dropping her off,” I said.
Dmitri shrugged a broad shoulder. The movement brushed his thick muscles against my own shoulder. A tingle worked its way down my skin, straight to my center. Unconsciously, my thighs rubbed against each other, desperate for friction.
He cursed roughly in Russian, and I knew I’d been caught.
“So fucking distracting, kotenok,” he said, his huge hand sweeping across my exposed thigh.
When his warm hand moved back to the gearshift, I couldn’t contain a high-pitched whine from escaping my mouth.
With a dark look, he threw the car into automatic. His fingers roughly pushed up my dress, so that the warm heat of the car was blowing directly into my lacy underwear.
“How the fuck am I supposed to focus when you keep begging me with your eyes?”
“I’m not-” I started to protest. His fingers pushed underneath my underwear and I completely lost my train of thought.
“Lie to me again, and I’ll paint your ass red with my handprints.” Dmitri’s thumb circled my clit, and I jerked at the pleasure being wrenched from me.
His middle finger entered me. I circled against it, swallowing back a moan.
“I can picture it now,” he said. “I'd spank this pretty ass, and you would try to pretend that everything was normal as we walked into the restaurant. But every time your dress would brush against your sensitive skin, you’d be squirming, reliving every single moment of my hands marking and owning you.”
Another finger entered me, and yet he was completely unphased driving the car. His fingers were bringing me closer to orgasm while he was effortlessly passing cars like I wasn’t about to combust next to him.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, my little slut?”
My only response was an embarrassingly loud moan. He laughed darkly.
I gripped the passenger handle as I crested closer to the apex. But just as I started hopping on his hand, his fingers retracted from my insides and he swung the car into park.
