She seems shocked at first, mouth tensed and not opening all the way. But then she gives in and melts into my kiss.
She moans.
It’s hungry.
Violent, even.
Our tongues battle inside each other’s mouths. The strap of her dress falls off one of her shoulders, revealing her collarbone.
Gripping her waist, I lift her up onto my hips and carry her over to her desk where I set her down. She spreads her legs and I stand between them, kissing her again. Something crashes to the ground, a stack of pens, I think. The room edges out ofmy vision. Nothing exists. Just me, her, and this burning ball of energy.
Why won’t she admit that she wants me?
It’s clear that she does.
But it doesn’t matter. It will make her submission that much sweeter. With my balls starting to ache, I drop my hands and wrestle off my belt. She claws her nails into my back. And then she’s pushing me off.
I stand back.
She stares at me, her breath uneven. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, and her cheeks are flushed. Before, her hair was all gathered back into the clip, but the accessory has now slid down to the nape of her neck, loose pieces of hair tousled around her face. Red lipstick smears around her mouth. She looks as disheveled as ever, but beautiful.
“Out. Now.”
Is she fucking joking? It’s bad form to tease when a man has reached a full erection. This must be payback for the other night in her apartment.
She continues watching me like she’s anticipating my next move. I know what she’s thinking. Will I actually leave or will I force myself upon her?
It hurts me that she’s even considering the latter, but I know she is. I see it in her eyes, how they challenge me. She wants me to do something terrible so that she will have a reason to stay away from me.
“Have it your way.” I nod once and take my leave.
I exit her office, smoothing my hair on the way out in case Charles or his secretary happen to catch me.
I’ll go, but not too far away. I hope she knows that.
She’s in trouble, and she still hasn’t realized it. Or maybe she has, she just doesn’t understand the full extent of it. Becauseas soon as Aslanov makes a move, me, Lauren, maybe even her father will be in a world of shit.
But it’s not just about that anymore. There’s one more reason why I must stay close to her, and it has nothing to do with getting any of us in trouble. She’s pregnant. Withmychild. And there’s a force between us. A force I’ve never experienced with anyone. Something even stronger than my will.
And it’s pulling me to her, and her to me.
Chapter Fifteen
Lauren
My head’s screwed.
That’s the only way I can describe my current state of mind.
I glue my eyes to the computer screen, trying to force my brain to focus, but all it does is think about Nikolai. Even hours later, I still feel the weight of his body against mine. Still taste the mint on his tongue. Feel his hard cock press into my hip. If I weren’t in the office, I probably would have let him rip off my clothes and bend me over the desk.
But for once, with my father right down the hall, it was too risky. Not to mention that it is fucked up, this wild chemistry we have. Whatever the case, I did the right thing, putting a stop to it.
But now my mind can’t stop wandering. Maybe I should have stopped him sooner. Shouldn’t have relaxed into his embrace and let him kiss me.
He pushes my boundaries.
Typical fuckboy attitude.
