Page 64 of The Arrangement

Anton cussed and grappled for the device, holding it up to his ear. “What?” A beat of murmuring passed on the other end before he huffed. “Yes I know what time the fucking party starts and no, I don’t care. Where are you, anyway?”

“We can go,” Viviana piped in, but the shake of his head had her sighing.

“Three rows down?” Anton asked. Pushing his frame up, he squinted out the back window. “Yeah, I see you now. Are you holding anything?”

Viviana’s heart sped up at the question. Once she’d asked about her guards beyond just who they were and why he’d chosen them for her, and Anton hadn’t given her much to go on other than he trusted them more than some. When she wondered about drugs, given the occasional smell of pot coming from the back end of the house, he’d shrugged and said he didn’t care so long as they weren’t using anything chemical-wise. It wasn’t like she did, either.

“Shit, yeah. Cali grown … Bring that to me, would you?” At her light tap to his bare chest, Anton only grinned in response. What in the hell was he planning on getting? “Yes right now. The rain isn’t going to kill you, Rory. You’re not made of fucking sugar. Stop acting like a whiney prick.”

Oh God. Crass would be an understatement. His mouth only got worse when she did understand what he was saying. Viviana could only imagine the words he spit in Russian when somebody irked him into a shouting match.

“Anton!”

He ignored her completely, keeping all of his attention on his phone. “You have thirty seconds or I’m coming over there and I can promise you won’t like it. I bet it costs one hell of a buck to replace a damned headlight in that SUV. And keep your fucking eyes out of my windows, got it?”

Before the phone was tossed back to the floor, Viviana swore she heard the younger man mutter, “Got it, Boss.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing too bad. Might as well have a little fun before we have to go and be serious, right? Now, quiet that pretty mouth of yours and let me work here.”

Her lover’s lips found their way back to her thigh before she could say another thing, trailing a burning path over the crotch of her panties where his teeth nipped gently. Sizzling sparks burst along her already pulsing sex. When his hands pushed her thighs wider, they skimmed down her legs lightning fast. The throaty hum that built in her chest only urged him on, until two raps on the glass interrupted his wandering fingers.

The window lowered only a single inch when Anton pressed the button behind her head with one quick tap. Two fingers popped inside the car, a pin-sized joint dangling between the digits before it disappeared out of Viviana’s sight into the hand reaching above her.

“That all, Boss?”

“Yep.”

Just as quick, the bull was gone and the window rolled back up. Anton’s heated blue gaze leveled on Viviana with a sinful gleam as the joint was waved almost tauntingly, his head lowering enough for a pink tongue to strike out and lap at her stomach.

“You gonna smoke with me, baby?”

“Should I?”

“Oh, you definitely should.”

• • •

Anton’s parted lips skimmed up Viviana’s neck as he held the harsh hit he’d just inhaled inside his lungs. He could feel it, the smoke, tumbling through his chest and making it ache with the best burn as he bit the trembling line of her tilted up jaw.

Her hips straddling him shifted in the most tantalizing way, muscles constricting and the sensitive tissues of her pussy fluttering around his cock that was buried balls deep inside her hot core. The action made him groan loudly, allowing just the faintest billow of smoke to escape his mouth. The wisps curled over her face as her lashes blinked and fluttered, fanning over her cheeks. Another roll of her body and his hummed in response with a high induced by her and California grown bud.

The pungent, thick scent of weed in the Mercedes soaked straight through everything, including his very skin. It wasn’t often he got high, but when he did, he preferred a certain kind of smoke to get him there because it simply fucking electrified his nerves like nothing else. Mix that sensation in with Viviana riding his cock above him with a slow, teasing rhythm and he was just about ready to explode.

Nothing ever felt so damned good.

Anton had been a little more than surprised to watch her take hit after hit off the joint and never once choke on the smoke, never mind how goddamn sexy it was to see it roll off her lips. He’d dragged the straps of her lace brassier down her shoulders, kissing and biting her collarbone until it blushed with a pretty pink under his rough motions, just before he removed the item from her body completely.

“Hmm … there … yeah, right there,” she breathed, shifting to rock on him again. Her one hand was lifted, fingers brushing against the soft roof of the car as she tilted her head back farther, giving him better access to the hollow of her throat. The other scratched down the black inked rose that covered his pec with shaking fingers. “More, Boss.”

Oh, he heard that title three dozen times a day, but nothing quite compared to the way it dripped like silken honey from her sinful little tongue. Fuck, her airless voice had him throbbing. From his fingers, to his toes, to dilated pupils, he burned. With the hand that wasn’t holding the small blunt, he pinched her chin between his forefinger and thumb to draw her head downward.

She shot-gunned the smoke he gave without even hesitating. Anton felt the heavy pressure build inside his middle a little more, causing his heart to stutter and begin to race. It wasn’t just the situation or the smoke that had him feeling so damned sentimental, but the woman above him always trusting and willing.

“Right there?” he asked, bracing his one foot to the floor and the other to the seat as he flexed his hips up into hers. Viviana shuddered on top of him, eyes flying open as air and second-hand smoke blew over his cheeks. “You love my cock, huh? Who fills you like this, Viviana?”

“You. Only you.”