Page 88 of The Beauty Who Loved Him

A muffled thunk finally yanked Vera away from Vaslav. She turned on the steps to see Kiril had dropped her bag at the bottom.

The teen looked at Vaslav, waiting. “Igor said you had a job or something for me?”

“Right,” her lover muttered.

Vaslav stepped beyond Vera on the stone stairs, pinched her chin on his way by, and dragged her in for another quick kiss. After he let her go, he gestured at the front door. The maroon paint stood out far more in the chill of surrounding snow. “Don’t wait for me to eat, yeah?”

Vera nodded. “Okay.”

She climbed the remaining steps to the top as Vaslav headed down. At the front door, she pushed it open, and glanced back just in time to see Vaslav pick up her bag from the ground. With his other hand, he reached for an inner pocket on his blazer. The wad of cash he handed over, a significantly sized roll of bills, only partially hid the other item he produced. A tri-folded paper.

Neither man at the bottom of the steps noticed that she had yet to enter the house, but Vera knew better than to linger. Just because she was curious didn’t mean she needed all the answers. Sometimes, that did more harm than good.

Vera started to close the door as Kiril flicked the paper open, and Vaslav produced a similarly sized envelope from his inner pocket as well. She didn’t miss the widening of Kiril’s eyes when he scanned whatever he found on the paper, and muttered, “Oh, shit.”

“I’m sure you can get that, and these documents as well, back to the office where they belong, yes?” Vaslav asked. “There’s only one of those in the city, after all. What more do you need me to say?”

“Not a thing, boss.”

“And if you get asked, what the fuck do you know about it, yeah?”

“Not one damn thing,” Kiril replied just as fast.

“Make sure of it.”

She didn’t wait to hear more.

The door clicked shut first.

*

“Should the fact you can multitask when your ass is stuffed full with my fingers hurt my ego?” Vaslav asked.

Vera muffled her giggle into the side of her hand as she finished scribbling her last thought onto her notebook, a list of tasks for next week that she didn’t want to forget. “You were the one who said you wanted to try something. I was just over here trying to sleep.”

With her chin still resting in her palm, Vera turned to laugh at Vaslav when he tipped his head toward the pillow beside his. “You mean, over there, yeah? And don't lie, there was a reason you brought your notebook and pen with you.”

“Shut up.”

Her playful quip earned her a sudden third finger between the tight ring of muscles he had been working to loosen for nearly ten minutes, and a stinging slap on her right ass cheek that had Vera sucking in a lungful of hissed air.

Vaslav squeezed the still burning cheek until Vera peeked back at him, and only then did he loosen his grip. “Be nice.”

“Well, how long are you going to do that before you just fuck me?”

She was looking forward to it.

He liked her boldness if his husky laugh was any indication. His fingers stopped pumping into her backside, and his thumb and pinky fingers cupped her rear; slick and oily from the new jar of coconut oil that he’d produced from a bedside drawer earlier.

Apparently, Mira had already been informed not to go looking for that one.

With his legs crossed, and hers spread wide around him on the bed sheets, all it took was his hand sliding up her shivering spine for him to lock her in place as he bent down for a kiss. He dropped two. One on each dimple at her lower back.

His words murmured against her skin. “Maybe I was letting you finish your little list, kisska.”

“For the record, this kitten isn’t going anywhere near your dick after you stick it in my ass. Not before you clean it.”

That earned her another swat.