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Her chest heaves, the inevitability of the moment settling over her. Then Piper looks me in my eyes and whispers it again.
“Timofey…”
I close the distance between us in a heartbeat. I pull her plump lower lip between my teeth and curl my hand around her slender neck.
Piper slides to the edge of her chair, her legs tangling with mine. I drop the fork in my hand, the metal clattering against the hardwood floor, and wrap an arm around her waist.
She whimpers when her injured arm is momentarily pinned between us. But then she slides her free hand into the hair at the back of my neck and moans into my mouth.
Holy fucking hell.
My nerve endings light up like a fireworks display. I feel every brush of her body against mine. Every whisper of breath against my lips. Every tingle of desire down my spine.
I’ve honed my senses over the years to account for every change in my environment, every possible threat. Never get caught up in the moment. Never let your guard down.
And right now, all I can say is…fuck that.
I want to consume every fucking ounce of her. The rest of the world be damned.
I deepen the kiss, swirling my tongue into her mouth. She sighs, and I swallow down every delicious noise she can’t bear to bite back.
Forget professionalism. Forget lines in the sand. I’m going to take this woman—right here, right now.
My head will be clearer for it once it’s done. I’ll be able to focus on what’s important. Even though I’m having a hard time thinking about anything beyond how she’ll feel wrapped around me.
Piper drags her hand around my neck and down my chest. Her fingers press into my skin like she’s looking for some traction. I’m more than happy to give it to her.
I grab her waist and haul her onto my chair. Her hips settle against mine. No sooner is she right where she belongs…
…when a shrill alarm screams.
As if the world itself knows we’ve gone too far.
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Fire.
That’s my first thought. There is another fire in the house. The shrill ring is the alarms going off.
I jerk away from Timofey’s warmth, wincing at the sharp pain that tears through my arm and shoulder.
The kitchen is clear. I don’t see any flames or smoke.
I frown. “Is the fire alarm…?”
I can’t even get the words out before Timofey reaches around my body. His hand slides down my back and lower. He digs around for a second and then comes out with my phone in his hand. It’s ringing.
It looks like he wants to crunch my phone in his grasp for interrupting…whatever the hell we were just doing.
“Oh.” I reach for it, fighting my own mix of feelings. “I should have recognized the sound. It’s the medication, probably. I’m loopy.”
I’m high on pain pills. No wonder my inhibitions are lowered.
That’s what I’m going to tell myself, anyway. It’s easier to think I’m high than to think I have so little self-control that I was going to let Timofey Viktorov have his dirty way with me in the middle of his dining room.
This phone is a sign from the universe.Go no further. Abort mission before it’s too late.
