“Humor me.”
“What will you give me if I do?” she barters, delight bright in her golden-brown irises. They mesmerize me effortlessly.
“Anything,” I promise her, unafraid of the word and what it carries.
“Kisses?” she asks.
Her prompt is inspiring.
“Kisses,” I agree. With a devilish smirk painted on my lips, I urge her back into the kitchen. Considering what I have planned, there’s a delicious symmetry at play.
If there’s anything I know about my girl, it’s that she’s a sucker for symmetry.
I place a kiss on the side of her neck, feeling her shiver. “Get talking, Mrs. Yuri.”
“The first time I reallyfeltsomething was in that changing room,” she murmurs, her hands tangling in my hair already. “Do you remember?”
I nod against her warm skin. “Valentino.”
“You looked at me like I’d set you on fire, and I don’t know that I’ve ever felt more powerful. Which is funny, in hindsight, considering I’d been in the process of being strangled by an overpriced dress.”
My lips drift down the long column of her throat, counting freckles like stars to make wishes on. I draw constellations with my tongue.
Keep going.
“I slipped a little every time we fought,” she admits, her breath hitching when my teeth nip at her collarbone.
“Some would call thatveryunhealthy,” I joke.
A fist in my hair pulls my head from between her tits. I’d object, but she slips her shirt right over her head and keeps arguing without missing a beat, “That’s not true. I’ve read that the sign of a long-lasting relationship is when you can fight aswellas fuck.”
“Well, we can definitely do that,” I smirk, looking her over slowly. Her nipples pebble beneath the lace cups of her bra. The heavy mounds heaving with her quickening breath.
Just the sight of her is enough to make heat pool between my hips.
“Done fishing?” she prods, her nose wrinkling.
Her sass never fails to make my cock throb. This is no exception.
“With you? Never.”
I take my hands off of her to shove my jacket from my shoulder, fingers already making quick work of my buttons. Her hands slip in between mine to help. I return the favor, snapping her bra off and tossing it to the side.
She shoves my pants down my ass. Kicking my shoes aside, I step out of them.
I kiss her hard, pulling her body into mine with force. Her palms flatten against my chest. Her eyes flutter shut.
“Iosif,” Janella rasps in want. My hands catch at her hips, itching to lift her around my waist.
“Wait.” It kills me to say it. To even remember why it’s so important.
She lets out a whine in protest, a sound that goes straight to my cock. Soothing her, my hand cups her breast, kneading her. “Just a second. Grab my jacket.”
“Do we really need protection?” Janella asks impatiently, her lips at my neck, sucking at a spot she knows drives me fucking crazy. An immense heat spreads from the spot to the tips of my fingers.
My hand comes down on her ass, spanking her in admonishment. “Nell,” I demand.
Her throat bobs with arousal, and she sinks to her knees. She thrusts my jacket toward me, eyes flashing, and everything else falls to the wayside for me to lean over and kiss her pouting mouth.
