I am okay.
I’m better than okay, and it has a lot to do with the sexy, tattooed man standing by the door.
The first signsomething is wrong is Etienne lifting a finger to his earpiece and murmuring into it, his face folding in concern. His gaze sweeps the floor, catches on mine, then slides past me to whatever is over my shoulder.
“Frenchie looks stressed.”
“We are supposed to cover different angles of the room,” I remind him, not giving him the satisfaction of looking over my shoulder at him.
“I know, but you looked too pretty standing over here. I couldn’t resist coming closer.”
I roll my lips to stop the smile threatening to break free. “Uh huh.”
“It’s true.” I can hear the grin in his tone. “Besides you like it when I’m bad.”
“Go.”
“Fine, I’ll be a good little bodyguard.” The faintest brush of his fingers ghosts across my ass as he turns
He’s incorrigible. And he’s right. I love it.
With his back to the wall by the doors, Liev presses his comm, and a deep velvety voice fills my ear. “Now I can talk to you, and no one else can hear.”
“What do you want to talk about?” I press my comm, keeping my voice low, confident the mic can still pick up my words.
“Your breasts—how fucking amazing they look in that top. Particularly the way they lift when you take a sharp breath. Like just now.”
I choke and whip around to look at him. His dark eyes lock on mine, and the wicked smile he gives me sends heat pooling between my legs.
“We’re working,” I manage.
“I know.” His voice turns teasing. “Makes it hotter. Tell me, Seraphina, how wet do you think I can make you, surrounded by all of these nice people, just by whispering in your ear?”
“Liev.” The admonishment comes out breathier than I intend. My nipples tighten under the top, and I’m grateful for the blazer that hides my response.
“It’s only fair.” He pauses, and my breath catches as I wait. “You got your hands on my chest last night. I’m only asking for the same privilege. I want to see those perfect tits in the full light. To finally know just how pink and tight your nipples look, just before I get my mouth on them.”
My cheeks burn, as does the rest of my body, as I remember how his muscles flexed under my hands. How hot his skin was against mine.
“See.” His voice is pure sin now. “Those pretty cheeks flushing. You like hearing how much I want you. Are you wet yet,malyshka?”
Holy-fucking-shit. This man is a menace.
I lick my lips and try to focus on Keke talking to people nearby, immediately regretting it when I hear a soft groan in my ear.
“That’s just cruel.” His voice sounds frayed. “You have no idea what those red lips do to me. I’ve spentdaysimagining them wrapped around me.”
My thighs press together instinctively, seeking friction that isn’t there. A rush of warmth slicks between my legs. No one has ever spoken to me like this before. We’re in the middle of a job, in a crowd of people for god’s sake!
I should hate it.
Instead, I’m throbbing.
“There’s a lot of fidgeting going on over there. What’s the matter?” His voice strokes over me. “Are you imagining yourself on your knees, my hands fisted in your hair? Or are you picturing what Keke suggested? Me, bending you over the nearest surface the second we’re back in our room… spreading you open so I can taste how sweet you are, right now before I... What was her phrase?”
His dark chuckle feels like a caress. “Fuck you into oblivion.”
My heart is beating so hard I might be having a heart attack. I’m almost positive he can hear it through the mic.
