“We always will be,” I assured. “Always.”
“I’ll send them to him,” he uttered, gathering the photos to himself.
“What’s the update on Iago’s supply?”
“Sir Mikhail’s men told me it crossed the Atlantic a few hours ago. His men will get it tonight.”
Iago was one of those businessmen who supplied my club's drinks but got paid in drug shipments, rather than cash. His wine and vodka production company was a cover, just like the whole clean wing of the Lobanov’s business was. But Iago wasn’t just a regular business partner; he was a long-standing, loyal ally—both in the underworld and in public. That automatically made his shipment a higher priority, regardless of his order quantity.
“Okay, and do they know that?”
“Yes, boss. I spoke with them after Yuri called.”
I nodded in acknowledgement.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
There was nothing urgent at the club, so I decided to sit behind my desk and handle paperwork instead of heading over there with Stepan.
“Okay, boss,” he answered, standing and walking out of my office.
In that moment, I wondered what Liza was doing. Not wanting to get caught in the trap of thinking about her again, I lifted the pile of files at the edge of my table until I got to the one I was looking for.
I buried myself in the records of Arkady Markova’s shell companies.
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I didn’t hear the door open; I only heard the soft sound of her footsteps as she moved closer to my desk.
“You’ve been glaring at those papers all evening,” she pointed out, her voice casual, like she didn’t just admit to entering my office and watching me uninvited. “Maybe you should try another tactic.”
I raised a brow at her, and my eyes raked her approaching form. Even in the early night darkness that shrouded the room, I could see how her breasts pushed against the fabric of her silk robe and how it flared around her hips.
Her gray eyes shone with audacity as she came over to my desk, moving unhurriedly like she was in control. She took the glass of bourbon from my hand and sipped it. Her eyes didn’t shy away from mine as she dropped the glass on the desk. The mark her red lipstick made on the rim of the glass didn’t go unnoticed by me—or by my body.
“You want me to be scared of you,” she said, her ass leaning against the hardwood desk. “But fear isn’t what I feel when I look at you.”
Something in me snapped. It was probably my thinking faculty, considering how I lunged at her like a starving beast.
I slid the glass tumbler away and hauled her against me in the same breath. She didn’t resist as I claimed her lips with mine, her lips latching onto mine. Gripping her waist, I moved her so she was against the desk again as my body melded with hers. The kiss quickly became rough, my will clashing with hers. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, and I peeled off my suit jacket in a second, needing to feel every part of her body on mine.
Her hands slid up to my shoulders as I pressed her body closer. Our tongues fought for domination as our hands explored each other’s bodies. Her desire, which rolled off of her in waves, fueled mine even more. I couldn’t maintain my composure. There was something about how she leaned into my touch that made me not want to stop.
The heat in the room was palpable as my hands slid to the curves of her breasts, the soft sound that left her lips spurring me on. Her fingers disappeared into my hair, tugging with enough fervor to show me how much she wanted me, but with a tenderness that showed me her unwillingness to cause me pain or discomfort. My heart swelled with a feeling I wasn’t accustomed to.
I grabbed her voluptuous ass and brought her to sit at the edge of the table as we broke the kiss. Her chest still heaved, and her eyes were dark with lust as I calmly pulled the sash holding her robe together. My gaze remained locked on hers as I undid the knot and slid my hands up her arms, pushing the robe down until it pooled around her on the desk. My eyes slowly wentlower, and I wordlessly took in her creamy skin and those curves that made my mouth water.
My hands landed on her lap, and my lips collided against hers again as she started to unbutton my shirt.
“Beautiful,” I muttered into the kiss as I took my shirt off. Her hands explored my bare chest as I grabbed her breasts. She let out a soft moan as I kneaded them, my fingers flicking the perky nipples. The soft but throaty sound went straight to my crotch. Like metal drawn into a magnetic field, every part of my body was pulled to hers.
My lips moved to her neck, and my hands dragged downwards as I kissed, sucked, and nibbled. I rubbed her through the moist lace of her panties, and she squirmed, releasing a breath. Not seeing any sign of hesitation as I met her eyes, I continued rubbing her, making her bite her lower lip. I brought my hand to her mouth and pulled her lower lip out of the grip of her teeth.
Not leaving her eyes, I slipped my hand into her panties. Her chest lifted as she released another shaky breath, and she brought both hands to her sides on the table, steadying herself with them. The soft, wet skin my fingers came in contact with made me impatient to devour her.
“You’re wet, gorgeous,” I pointed out as my hands slid lower, to her entrance. “I want to fuck you against this desk from behind and drive you wild with mind-numbing orgasms until my name is all you can scream.”
Another shaky sigh left her lips as she looked at me with lustful eyes that definitely mirrored mine.
