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“That feels fucking good,” I say, as I tangle my fingers in her wet locks and cup her chin.
My hips push forward, and my need to have her take as much of my cock as possible grows. A muffled cry escapes her, which I interpret as either a sound of protest or acquiescence.
Katarina cups my balls, a wicked gleam in her eyes as her lips continue to torture me with pleasure.
“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” I hiss, as she takes me deep into her throat.
I’m on the brink of coming. The building pressure makes it hard for me to keep my eyes open.
“Take me deep,” I pant. “I want to fill your mouth with my come.”
She obeys. I let go of her hair, giving her the space she needs. She keeps working me as if it is her sole purpose.
“Fuck,” I cry out, buckling my hips as my climax explodes in quick, short bursts.
The warmth of her mouth and throat is enough to bring me to my knees, and Katarina holds on to me, swallowing it all.
When I’m fully spent, she licks my tip clean, drawing out a shudder from me. When she finally pulls her mouth away, she brushes her lips to the tip of my cock.
“Fuck, this is so good that it almost feels wrong, Kata,” I breathe as I pull her up to my level.
“Two negatives equal a plus,” she murmurs, as she wraps her arms around my neck and stands on tiptoes to kiss me.
I bring her closer, plunging my tongue inside her mouth.
“Do you like my flavor in you?”
“Delicious.” She chuckles and licks my lower lip before leaning back. “Time to dress and head for the dining room. I wasn’t kidding about Olga’s lasagna.”
I nod as I watch her put the shampoo on her hair, her breasts bobbing with her movement.
If this is what it’s like to come home to her, I could get used to it easily.
TWENTY-NINE
NIKOLAI
“Why the fuck am I paying you?” I yell at Peter. “Do your damn job, or I’ll find someone else to do it!”
I slam my fist against my desk. That motherfucker will lose a lot more than his job if he continues failing. At this point, I’m out of options.
“Calm down, Nik,” Roman pleads, though his tone is strained.
“Calm down?” I echo, the vein in my forehead popping out. “How the fuck should I calm down when I can’t even take Kata out for dinner without having to watch my back? I asked you to locate Yakov. You didn’t. I asked you to keep an eye on Igor. You lost him. What are you lot good for? Why do I even bother keeping you around?”
“We’ve been friends for a long time, Nik,” Ivan says, taking a step forward to block Peter and Roman from my sight. “When you decided to grab Katarina, we warned you what would follow, and yet, you went ahead and did it anyway. You can’t expect us to perform miracles just because you now want to woo the girl.”
“I don’t want any damn miracles,” I snap back. “I want my enemies to be dealt with. We still don’t know who attacked our oil rigs.”
“Actually,” Peter says, then clears his throat when my attention turns to him. “We strongly believe Dimitri Sokolov and his new business partners are behind that attack.”
“Strongly believe?” I mock. “Where’s the damn proof? I want to be one hundred percent sure it was them before I burn their house to the ground.”
“We’re still investigating,” Roman pipes in. “It’s not easy. You have us stretched thin.”
“What about the phone call I received?” I ask. “Did you at least manage to find out where it came from?”
“It was a burner phone,” Peter replies.
