Page 39 of Smoke and Shadows

“What are you up to, big guy?”

“Relax, Iz, let yourself go.” He nibbled her ear, and was satisfied to note the goose bumps that appeared on her skin despite the heat of the water. Releasing her breasts, he gingerly massaged her shoulders. “Let me know if I’m applying too much pressure.”

She groaned.

“Am I hurting your shoulders, Iz?”

“Not sure . . . it’s painful, but it feels good. You’re poking at me.”

Viktor chuckled. “Can’t help it, sweetheart, you turn me on so much.”

“I’m half-asleep, perv.”

“Yes, and utterly delectable,” Viktor muttered. He couldn’t resist lowering his hand beneath the water, straight for her bare pussy, which was just begging to be stroked and petted. He wanted to pleasure her, make her scream. His other hand captured her breast.

“Viktor . . .” She gasped this time as he slid a finger inside her while rubbing his thumb against her clit. “That feels so good . . . I want more.”

She leaned back and twisted her neck to kiss him. He ducked and took her mouth in fierce possession, sliding his tongue across hers, all the while massaging one breast with one hand and finger-fucking her with the other. She writhed against him, and for a moment, he worried about her back, but Marissa was gone—she was in the grips of her orgasm, so he gave her more.

She was moaning in earnest now, gasping and almost crying as she tore her lips away and leaned back against him. Her thighs clenched around his hand, her nails digging into his arms as she rode the waves of her release. Her scream of pleasure almost made him blow his load, but he kept a grip on his passion to the point of pain and absorbed every shudder coming from her.

Marissa mumbledin protest when he gently eased away from her, slipping out of the tub. The water was still hot; he had enough time to take care of his hard-on. He went straight into the shower and went to work. Fisting his cock firmly, he pumped the length of his erection, stroking vigorously, and it wasn’t long before ropes of cum spurted out. One hand shot out to steady his stance against the wall as he groaned out his climax.

He heard a muffled voice coming from the direction of the tub. Marissa was awake. Her eyes hooded lazily; her smile held a hint of mischief. And though he couldn’t make out her words through the spray of water, he knew she had watched him jack off. That fucking turned him on like nothing else, and his cock, still hard from his last erection, was once again pulsing upward. Fuck.

Getting dressed was neverfun when your body was recovering from a bout with an explosive shockwave. Her back felt better, the bath had definitely helped, but twisting her torso to perform the simplest task was aggravating. Marissa woke up to an empty bed and an empty loft. It didn’t take her long to find out where Viktor had gone off to, for he came back all sweaty from working out.

“Where’s the gym?” she asked.

“First floor,” Viktor replied, his eyes briefly taking in her appearance. “I don’t think you’re ready.”

“Oh, I’m planning to be lazy with my workout regimen.”

“If you need a workout, I’m more than available.”

Marissa shook her head, grinning. “I’m sure you are.”

“Coffee’s all ready to go, just push the button,” Viktor said. “I’m hitting the shower.”

She decided to make some omelettes and toast for breakfast. She knew Viktor liked his protein shakes after exercise,but eggs had protein too, right? Taking stock of what was in his fridge, she pulled out the eggs, peppers, mushrooms, and diced ham.

The omelette was happily cooking away, when Viktor strode into the kitchen; barefoot, dressed only in boxer briefs, hair damp from the shower. Marissa gaped at him momentarily before shutting her mouth and returning her attention to the pan.

“You should be an underwear model,” she muttered.

He gripped her chin, tilted her face up, and gave her a firm kiss.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, big guy.” She smiled up at him.

“You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll take you right here.”

Yes, please.

“Not going commando today?” Marissa teased.

“I don’t feel like it, but you could change my mind.” He shot her a roguish smile that sent visions of her straddling him and riding the fuck out of his cock. What was it about this man that reduced her to her primal instincts? No woman should be enslaved by a man’s dick, and clearly, she was letting herself be led around by it.

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