"Ah!" She yanked her hand back like she'd been electrocuted, her body jerking backward.
Off balance, she ground down hard against my thigh. Through the expensive fabric of my suit pants, what was rapidly hardening beneath pressed unmistakably against her.
Vivienne froze.
Her blue eyes went wide as saucers, locked on that particular region. Her face flooded with shame and fury. "You... you perverted bastard!"
"Squirm around on a man's lap, you'd better be ready for consequences, Vivienne." I gripped her tiny waist, my voice rough.
I watched her flustered but defiant expression and smiled. "Though judging by the way you just threw yourself at me, you looked like some punk fighting over scraps at a dive bar. Your table manners need serious work."
She ground her teeth. "That's because you laughed at me first!"
"Nine o'clock tonight. My room." My hand tightened on her waist, forcibly lifting her higher. "I'll test you myself. If you don't pass, you can forget about walking into those charity galas with any dignity."
Vivienne's response came like a reflex. "What are you planning to do to me? The contract clearly stated no sex!"
I raised one eyebrow, putting on an expression of perfect innocence. "I said I'd test your etiquette personally. What's going through that head of yours, author?" I paused deliberately, my gaze sliding invasively over her heaving chest. "Though if you're volunteering for certain 'nighttime fiancée duties,' I'm more than happy to oblige."
"In your dreams! I would never—"
"Ahem."
A soft, perfectly timed cough echoed across the marble floor.
Vivienne jerked like she'd been electrocuted, her already crimson face looking ready to explode. She twisted around frantically and finally noticed Sophia standing with four maids not far away. They all had their heads bowed, but were clearly listening intently.
The little wildcat finally realized they had an audience.She scrambled off my lap in a panic. Her legs, still sore and weak from this afternoon's dance practice, nearly gave out. She barely caught herself before hitting the floor. She stumbled back to her seat and stared at her plate of roast, head down, clearly wishing she could vanish on the spot.
I straightened my wrinkled suit and tie, standing leisurely.
"Don't forget to shower, sweetheart." I tossed the words over my shoulder and left the dining room.
Back in my room, I headed straight for the bathroom.
Hot water poured from the shower, beating against my tight muscles. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down, but all I could see was that moment—her straddling my thigh, face flushed, panting, chest rising and falling.
And the soft, full pressure of her ass on my leg.
Fuck.
My body responded again.
I looked down, drew a deep breath, and slowly wrapped my hand around myself.
Her eyes filled my mind—those wet, furious blue eyes. That face, pale from overtraining but still devastatingly beautiful.
My hand moved with purpose, slick with soap and need.
I'd step behind her, my chest pressing to her back, and shove her dress up around her waist in one rough motion. The fabric would bunch uselessly under her ribs, exposing the smooth curve of her ass and the delicate lace beneath.
" Nikolai—" Her gasp would cut through the quiet room, breathless and broken, half protest, half plea.
I'd kick her feet apart, spreading those long, elegant legs wide until she trembled on her heels. My hands would grip her hips hard—fingers digging in deep enough to leave bruises. She'd arch instinctively, pushing back against me, but I wouldn't let her rush this. I'd pin her wrists together above her head with one hand, pressing them flat to the desk's cool surface. Her body would stretch beautifully beneath me, spine curving, breasts flattened against scattered papers.
That smart mouth of hers—always ready with a cutting remark—would finally fall silent, reduced to desperate whimpers and soft, broken pleas. "Please... Nikolai, I—"
I'd take my time. Tease her until she begged. My free hand would trace down her spine, over the swell of her ass, dipping between her thighs to find her already wet and aching. I'd circle her clit slowly, deliberately, feeling her hips jerk helplessly against my touch. Only when her thighs quivered uncontrollably and her voice cracked into a sob would I give her what she needed.
