He studies me for a moment as if considering that suggestion carefully. The expression on his face remains calm, but the focus in his eyes sharpens slightly. “That may not be possible.”
“No?” I become suddenly aware of how close we’re standing and how easily I could close the remaining distance if I chose to. That realization sends a nervous flutter through my stomach.
“You should go home,” Pavel says quietly. “While you still can.”
A threat, plain as day. If anyone else had spoken those words, I would have run. The problem is, he’s not anyone else.
He’s Pavel, and I’m in too deep.
“I probably should.” Thatprobablyis doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence.
The corner of Pavel’s mouth shifts again, that same almost-smile appearing for the briefest second before fading. “Molly…” The distance between us shortens by another step when Pavel moves forward. The motion is slow enough that I could step back if I wanted to.
But I don’t.
My breath catches as he reaches for me, his large, rough hand hooking around the back of my neck to pull me in for a demanding kiss. His lips pry mine open, his tongue gliding into my mouth, taking over.
My body goes weak from the contact, from his energy. I barely notice when he reaches behind me, but I hear the loud snick of his office lock.
He breaks the kiss to growl, “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m not?”
He kisses me again, harder this time. More monster than man, his stubble burns my chin as he presses me against the locked door. When I’m sufficiently pressed between that door and hishard place, he reaches down for the sides of my dress to hoist it upward.
Thank God this dress stretches, or he might rip it apart to get what he wants.
When it’s halfway up my thighs, that bear paw of a hand slips between them. His mouth travels from my lips to my jaw to my throat, and when his tongue swirls there, my eyes flutter back. His voice is deeper now. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Good girl.” That’s when he reaches up with his hand. Until now, it’s been resting between my legs. Waiting patiently. But saying the magic words is enough to get those thick fingers cupping me over my underwear.
I whimper from the contact. Can’t help it. It’s been a long time since anyone else has touched me there, and the heat of his touch builds in my belly.
His fingers slide past my lacy elastic, and when he feels how wet I already am, his primal sound echoes off the hardwood behind me. A finger slips inside, and my knees go weak, so I grab his shoulders for balance. But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down for me to catch up.
He stares into my eyes instead, that frosty blue gaze piercing into my soul. “Do you take cocks as good as you take my finger, pet?”
I bite my lip and nod. I have no words. No one has ever spoken to me like this.
“We shall see.” Then his thumb works my clit, and I see stars.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever come while standing, but I’m already on the brink. Just as I’m about to say as much, he crushes me in another kiss, and I erupt on his hand, rocking back and forth while pleasure shoots through me.
Still, he doesn’t stop. If anything, he moves faster.
My voice trembles. “Please, I can’t?—”
“You can. You are.”
I whimper, teetering between pleasure and pain. It’s too much. Too hot. The heat boils inside my core as another orgasm is wrenched from me. I cry out his name, and he kisses me again. More brutal than the last one.
I’m dizzy and breathless when he pulls away, and I can barely stand. He must see it, because he picks me up like I weigh nothing and carries me to the couch.
“You always tell me the truth, da?”
“Yes.”
