Page 112 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

Kazimir’s hands tightened around me, keeping me down while his lips continued to devour me till I rode down the waves and beads of tears rolled down the corners of my eyes.

It took a moment for my consciousness to fully return and to find him hovering over me with a look I’d never seen before.

“Good morning, Miss Sinclair.”

My lips stretched into a smile as I struggled to regain control over my liquid limbs. “Good morning, Mr. Ivanovich.”

“Hold still,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom and reappearing with a washcloth.

I let out a sigh when the warm towel pressed against my pussy, feeling it loosen me all the way through.

Kazimir let out a smile that transformed his face into an almost boyish grin. “Sorry I got too carried away.”

“It’s okay. I’m not complaining.”

He let out a curse, followed by a Russian phrase I couldn’t understand.

“Ты меня в могилу сведешь.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He smiled, but the playfulness in his eyes was gone. “I was just making a mental note.”

I watched as he took his time to clean me up, wiping every inch off with so much care like it was the single most important task in the world.

There was something inherently erotic about watching a man as powerful as him do such a mundane task that I didn’t realize I had begun to get wet until he let out a groan.

“I’m trying to hold back here, but if you keep tempting me, I won’t be responsible for what follows.”

My walls clenched at his threat and he let out another Russian swear, heading back into the bathroom.

There was a little part of me that wanted to dare him to do his worst, but I knew I was one step away from becoming bedridden and possibly waddling like a duck.

He made one more round to the bathroom, returning to press an almost hot towel onto my pussy before cleaning me off one last time.

“I have an early morning at the office today,” he said as he made his way into the bathroom.

My brows furrowed. “I don’t recall any morning appointments in your calendar today.”

A pause went by before his voice echoed from the bathroom. “It’s off the books.”

I wanted to press further and demand the nature of the meeting, but I couldn’t, so instead, I pulled the sheets over my naked body and just like that, the shield between us resumed its normal position.

I was twenty minutes late, and I spent the entire elevator ride up rehearsing an excuse that got worse every time I said it in my head.

The meeting had already started when I walked in with Nico, Lev, two men I couldn’t recognize, and a woman who—for lack of a better word to describe her—looked as sharp as a blade.

She regarded me with a look of displeasure and I swallowed, already expecting Kazimir to display his hatred for tardiness.

However, he didn’t even look up from his laptop when I finally made it to the table.

“Did you get the Hendrik files?”

“Yes.” I set the folder on his desk, waiting for the axe to fall. “Sorry, the train was delayed, I—”

“It’s alright,” he said, picking up the file without looking at me. “I left a couple of instructions with Caroline. You can go sort them out with her. Have them ready before noon.”

I blinked. That was it. No comment about the time, no arched brow, no this is why I don’t hire people who take public transportation. I stood there a beat too long, waiting for the sarcasm to catch up with the silence.