Page 38 of Preferential Treatment

That’s only fair, he replied. I have time now.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Kate video called him. Mikhail answered immediately.

“Hello, knyazhna.” He was wearing a suit, though he’d loosened the tie. Behind him, a large window looked out over a towering city center. Morning light glinted off of glass and metal skyscrapers, visible through a faint haze.

“Where are you?” she asked, eyeing the sleekly furnished room visible on the periphery of the screen.

“My hotel room,” Mikhail answered.

“Take your clothes off,” she said, keeping her voice low so that Naomi wouldn’t hear her.

He propped the phone on whatever surface he’d been seated at—a desk or table of some sort—and stepped back, keeping his big body in frame as he undressed. When he was stripped bare, he stood for Kate’s perusal, his cock slowly rising to attention.

“Stroke yourself,” Kate ordered.

He let out a mild groan, already aware of where this was going, but did as he was told. He took himself in hand and slid his grip up and down his shaft.

“Faster.”

He huffed out a breath, but obeyed.

“Don’t come,” Kate warned him.

“Knyazhna—”

“Shhh. Keep stroking. Tighten your grip.”

Kate talked him through bringing himself to the edge, again and again. She slipped her hand between her thighs to cup herself, using the heel of her hand to grind against her clit. She lifted her phone to let Mikhail see what she was doing to herself. A feral noise tore from his throat, his hand working faster and harder over his cock.

“Don’t come,” Kate warned him, a little breathless with her own rising arousal. She was close, but she didn’t let herself tip over the edge just yet. Instead, she continued to direct Mikhail. When he was shaking and slurring out Russian curses, pre-come slicking his hand and shaft, she couldn’t take it anymore. Her orgasm crashed over her, making her back arch and her legs shake. She bit her lip, holding her breath so that she didn’t cry out.

“Knyazhna,” Mikhail snarled, hand braced on the table in front of the phone as he continued to stroke himself.

“Stop,” Kate whispered.

He groaned and folded over, one hand braced on the table as he drew in shuddering breaths.

“We’re going to repeat this every day until you return to Chicago,” she told him brightly.

“Knyazhna…” His voice broke on a jagged whimper.

“That’ll teach you to argue with me about how I want money spent, won’t it?”

“Yes,” he breathed harshly. He took a long moment to collect himself, gripping the edge of the table like he might fall over otherwise. When his breathing had evened, he pulled the chair out and slumped into it, his dark gaze meeting Kate’s through the phone screen. His bare chest rose and fell like a slow bellows, the Marian medal glinting against that dark pelt of chest hair.

“I wish I’d brought you with me,” Mikhail mused.

Kate’s heart made a little sideways lurch. “You couldn’t,” she said. “I have to work.”

Mikhail considered her for a moment. “I could make it so you didn’t have to.”

“People would be suspicious if the CEO was granting extra vacation days to some random logistics coordinator.”

“I’m not talking about vacation. You wouldn’t have to work at all.”

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