Page 24 of Frequency of Attraction

He held out his hand.

Quinn pulled hers further away. “Why do you want my phone? You’re not going to hold me hostage, are you?” Though being his hostage for a few days might be the quickest way to find that elusive orgasm.

“No devices when you’re here. You’re distracted enough as it is.”

But the watch, phone, iPad, and laptop were extensions of her body, her connection to her company and the wider world that held their reputation in its fickle hands. She gave her phone and watch up with a huff. He didn’t move. Her frown turned into a scowl as she slid her giant bag off her shoulder and handed that over to her keeper, too.

Vadim set her stuff on the floor near the door and ambled over to the couch. He patted the spot next to him. “Sit.”

She tried to resist. “Are you always so bossy?”

His lightning-blue eyes struck her. “What do you think?”

Quinn blew out a breath. She thought she’d do anything he told her to when he looked at her like that. She made her way over, sitting next to him on the same damn cushion, tucking her legs to the side as demurely as possible. He noticed the move and chuckled. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I’m going to have you naked and begging in minutes. Turn around.”

She did, with an eye roll that transformed into a gasp as Vadim unzipped her dress to mid-back. Her nipples hardened as he pushed the dress and bra straps to the edge of her shoulders.

“What—”

“Just relax, Quinn.”

He started kneading the muscles there in a rhythmic motion she did not expect, over her shoulders and up her neck. She moaned, leaning into his strong, steady fingers. Goosepimples raced to her core. He squeezed and rubbed her into a state of total submission. A limp, moaning mess. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

“See?” His breath tickled the skin behind her ear. “Begging within minutes. You ready to try again?”

Quinn knew what he meant. Sex, Vadim’s version, was her reason for being there, despite the massage gesture that might mean something more coming from anybody else.

At her nod, he unzipped her dress to her lower back, letting his fingers trail down her spine. Her eyes fluttered closed. He pressed his chest into her back and kissed the spot where her shoulder met her neck. His teeth followed his soft lips. Quinn’s eyes flew open as her body awakened. Everywhere.

She rose to shimmy the snug sheath dress down her curves, then stood in front of Vadim, shaking, clad in nothing but lace underthings and heels. His electric-blue gaze crashed into hers as he slipped a massive hand under her panties to grip her ass. Quinn sighed happily as he pulled her closer, nuzzling her chest. His free hand cupped a breast and nipped at the hard bud under the fabric. She arched into him, gripping his hair by reflex. He reached behind and popped her bra open like he’d done it thousands of times before and dropped the lace garment to the floor. He shoved the panties down her legs.

Quinn couldn’t catch a breath. She couldn’t even worry about her curves before Vadim gripped her ribcage lightly and pushed her backward a few inches, his gaze tracing a path down the length of her. His eyes looked like liquid fire when he said, “You’re not allowed to wear clothes when you’re here anymore. Fuck.”

Then his warm mouth claimed her nipple and Quinn was molten.

When she could form words again, she replied, “If I can’t wear clothes, neither can you.”

He smiled against her breast but didn’t pause his soft assault. Quinn was trapped against Vadim’s body. He smelled like Paris at night. Every part of him marble-hard and mysterious, he was undoubtedly the sexiest man she’d ever known. Heat spread in her core, filling in the unfamiliar places he’d tapped into last time she was there. If she didn’t come with him, it might be time to see a doctor.

Vadim released his hold on her breasts and stood. Her sensitive nipples brushed against the ridges of his stomach, sending sparks scattering. She ran a hand over his warm torso, entranced, as his pants dropped to the ground.

“You like my body.”

Statement, not question. She nodded. Just looking at him left her swollen. Looking at him looking at her?Shit.Pulses danced through her, insistent. Desperate.

“Bedroom this time.”

Vadim snagged her wrist and led her there, where Quinn quickly registered a bed, dresser, nightstand, mirror, laundry basket full of gym clothes. But her eyes lingered on him.

“Show me how much you like my body.” Vadim backed up to his neatly made bed, smirk on his lips and challenge in his eyes. For the first time Quinn wondered what those full lips would feel like on hers. She knew how they felt everywhere else: like sweet sin.

She followed, catlike. Her core ached to be pacified, but she’d gladly spend time teasing him like his words teased her.

He perched on the edge of the bed, but Quinn pushed him onto his back. He scooted toward the headboard so the entire six-foot-whatever of him stretched out flat. Grinning, Quinn kicked off her heels and climbed after him. She swallowed his cock without warning. Vadim cursed in Russian while she worked him, her full breasts pressing into his thighs. He encouraged her with words that blended French and Russian, with movements of his hips that plunged his cock deep into her throat. He gripped her hair in his fist so he could watch.

Quinn wondered if it was possible to die from desire.

She popped her mouth off and positioned her slickness against his hard length. Vadim’s eyes blazed as she loved herself on his shaft in long strokes. His hands had gone back to her ass, squeezing so hard it hurt. He let her ride him without fucking him. After a few bliss-filled minutes, his index finger dipped between her cheeks, ghosting the other entry. Quinn sucked in a sharp breath and stilled.

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