Page 84 of Sinful Bride

Pasha’s walking me backward until I feel the wall pressing to me. “Keep going.”

Oh, he is turned on.

“I… uh…” Focus, woman! Show him the badass boss you are! It’s just a little hard to lock in on relating my plans when he’s working his thigh between my legs.

And nuzzling my neck.

And lightly kissing the tattoo of his name still healing over.

“Basically, by the time I’m done with them, they’ll have nothing. They’ll be nothing. The only things they’ll own are the clothes on their back. The only income they’ll have is whatever they panhandle on the street corner. If they’re not in prison, that is.”

“Do you want them to go to prison?” He follows the question with a scrape of his teeth over my earlobe.

I shiver. Try to think it over so I can give him an honest answer.

“Maybe. I mean, there’s no telling what will happen, right? Who knows who they’ll piss off in there?”

He chuckles. It’s dark and full of promise that something absolutely will happen to them on the inside.

“But…”

Pasha pulls back to look at me. “But?”

“I just think… maybe it’s better if they’re not in prison.”

He frowns.

“Well, just because… it’s harder to make them see who did it to them when their view is blocked by steel bars, you know?”

My next breath is stolen by his hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps over mine and tangles with me the same way his fingers tangle in my hair.

He might actually take me right here. In the lobby.

I might actually let him.

“Has anyone ever told you how fucking sexy you are?” Pasha nips my bottom lip before devouring me again. “A goddamn queen. My queen.”

“You’re the first to see me this way.” I cup his face in my hands. “Truly. I’m not… I’ve never been like this before. I’ve never had the courage. You gave me the courage.”

“I’m about to give you something else once you show me where your new office is.”

He’s dead serious.

And I want him to be.

I own the place. I should get to ride my husband in my office whenever the hell I want.

Taty babbles and blows bubbles in my face, but I don’t care. I love my baby, and I love nuzzling my baby. Drool and all.

“Dammit.” Pasha grumbles under his breath, switching to Russian for the juicier words. Whatever he’s reading on his phone screen is not good news.

“Everything okay?”

“It will be.” He sighs and shoves his phone back into his pocket. “Sorry, moya zhena. I have to go to the range and fix this shitshow with a client.”

I lay Taty back down in the kitchen bassinet. “I hope it’s nothing serious.”

Which is code for, What is the likelihood you’ll get shot?

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