Page 42 of Bought By Sin

That wasn’t it. He didn’t stop. Licking me slowly and gripping my ass, he prolonged the waves of pleasure that rocketed through me.

When he finally stopped, he replaced his mouth with his fingers, rubbing me and making me jerk at the touch on my sensitive clit.

“Very good, Mila. I never want to hear you say you don’t have anything to give me.” He grabbed his napkin, forgotten on the corner of the table, and wiped the glistening arousal from his beard. All that slickness, from me. “Because⁠—”

He didn’t finish. His phone rang.

I tensed, still catching my breath and waiting for this drugging dizziness to ease.

“Fuck,” he growled, answering the phone.

He locked his fierce stare on me but backed up. He took that delicious heat and wicked lust with him.

“I’m on my way.”

What?

Wait.

Now?

I caught myself from hating how short this would be. With every step back he took, I couldn’t escape the large bulge in his pants, the erection tenting up there.

“I have to go.”

That was it. He turned, adjusting his dick under his pants, and hurried off.

I pressed my legs together and closed my eyes before I could find the strength to get off the table.

Is it time to panic now?

Because this unsettling confusion that he spawned in me seemed ten times more complicated. Too complicated for me to find my common sense anymore. Logic was gone. Purely wanton need for my boss and owner had filled its spot.

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Ilicked my lips and wanted to growl at Mila’s tastes there. I stopped short in my rush to get to my car and head over to Adrik’s, summoned with breaking news about a distribution channel linked to Gregori and his right-hand man, his second in command, Yusef Antonov.

Fuck this.

I didn’t have to hide anything from Mila.

There was no good damn reason to keep her out of this mess about Gregori.

She was mine. To work for me. As of ten minutes ago and evidenced by the lingering ache in my pants, she was mine to pleasure. Making her come had pleased me, and it was about time I gave up trying to compartmentalize where she’d fit in my life.

I doubled back and strode right back into the dining room where I’d left her.

She stood there, her face flushed and gaping at me in surprise. It seemed like she’d just pulled her shorts up, but it hardly mattered.

“Come on.” I grabbed her hand and dragged her along with me.

She didn’t utter a protest. She didn’t speak up and ask where I was taking her. While I liked not being questioned or doubted or interrogated, I was getting sick of having to try so hard to get her to open up to me. To see me as more than the man who’d taken that fucking contract from the Hernandez Cartel moron.

She kept up with me as I rushed to my car. She got in the passenger seat, likely realizing that something urgent was going on.

I started the engine and took off, wondering if having her with me would help this raging need to fuck her, like a reassurance that she was here, or if it would worsen it and I’d need to fuck her in a spare room before I could talk to my cousins and brother.