Page 50 of Mikhail Petrov

Leah’s mouth hangs open, amusement lighting up her face. “Are you talking about your dad?

“Yeah,” I laugh, tossing her the unopened package.

Caught off guard, she scrambles to catch it mid-air, then bursts into laughter. “Mikhail! Why are you touching your dad’s lube? Let that man live.”

I set the files down and reach for her, tucking her body between my legs as I lean on the edge of the desk. “I don’t blame him. I’m still going to be bending, breaking, and ravaging you every fucking chance I get when I’m his age.”

“Are you?” she says, levering up to kiss me.

“I’ll never get tired of your pretty cunt, my love.” If there are only two things I can give her in life, they would be orgasms and reasons to make her laugh.

“Good to know.”

I glance at my watch. “We have twenty-five minutes.”

“Until dinner?”

“No, for you to let me fold you over this desk and put that little box to good use.”

She shakes her head, a smile from ear to ear. “Not happening, Mikki.”

As she attempts to pull away, I tug her back and push her body against the wood, my hand sliding up her thigh. “I’ve been walking around all goddamn night with a hard-on because of this little dress. You’ve noticed me eye-fucking you, haven’t you, pretty girl? And I know you like it.”

“No,” she whispers, spreading her thighs for me.

I slip a finger into her thong, and she’s soaking wet. “Liar.”

“Fuck.”

“There it is. That’s my girl. Open up a little more.” Pushing her chest against the desk, I shove the sinful dress above her ass. “So fucking beautiful, moya lyubov’.” “Mikhail...the door isn’t locked, baby.”

“You want me to lock it?” I ask as I kiss up the back of her thigh. “Yes!”

I chuckle and stroke her clit. “Why? Because you want me to fuck you right here on this desk?”

“Mikhail,” she begs, jolting when I slap her needy little cunt.

“Say it.” Another crack between her legs has her crying out and clawing at the wooden surface.

“Yes... Fuck me, please.”

“Eto moya khoroshaya devochka.” (That’s my good girl.)

I drop to my knees to worship her and grip the edges of her thong, sliding it down her legs until it’s stretched around her ankles. “Leave this here,” I say, kissing and nipping my way back up.

“Your dad...will kill us.”

“Me? Yes.” I run my tongue along her slit. “You? No one touches you.”

Leah pounds the desk when I push my fingers inside and play with that spot that causes a mess. But as much as I love to watch every drop flow out of her, not here.

The sealed white and blue box catches my eye, and I snatch and tear it open.

“Mikhail, you fucker...put that back!”

She attempts to straighten, but I shove her down. “He’ll never know,” I say as I squeeze the tube between her cheeks and stroke her clit to keep her complacent.

“What are you doing, baby?” Her voice is barely above a whisper the higher I take her.

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