Page 42 of Roman Petrov

I don’t want to move. I just want to lay here with my arms wrapped around my naked wife.

She murmurs in her sleep and shifts, pressing herself tighter against me.

Her soft curves touch me in all the right places making my cock swell between her ass cheeks.

I’m half tempted to wake her up by plunging into her pussy that’s still dripping with my cum.

But that sound hits again.

Damn it. It’s my phone.

“What?” I croak. It has to be something like three in the morning.

Entirely too late for bullshit.

“Mr. Petrov?” Violet’s shaky voice comes through. “We have alarms going off at the Empire. Did you want me to call the police?”

With a groan, I roll away from Nadia’s hot body and run my hand down my face. I don’t want the cops anywhere near that place.

They’d start asking questions about all of the surveillance cameras I’m having installed, and the secret hallways for high end clients.

“No. What about sending Marco and Rico over?” That’s why I hired them. Muscle.

“They’re currently working on removing a loud crowd of football players.” She has a tinge of desperation behind her words.

“Fine. I’ll take care of it.” I hit the button to end the call and slide out of the covers.

The air conditioning keeps it cool enough at night to make my dick twinge when it hits the air.

I should be back soon, I’ll wake Nadia up to warm myself.

Dressing quickly, I rush down the stairs and into my car.

The parking lot is quiet, and empty, when I pull in. Heat radiates from the cracked asphalt when I step out.

Grabbing my gun and my flashlight, I work my way slowly towards the main entrance.

I don’t see any signs of broken glass, so I check the alarm on my app.

Yep, something is still triggering it inside the building.

Shit.

I hit the code to unlock the door, and wait for it to close silently behind me.

The darkness absorbs the sounds, and the smell of paint and sheetrock hang heavy in the air.

My ears strain to hear any noise, but nothing moves.

Creeping quietly over the array of extension cords strewn across the floor, I start working my way slowly to the first room.

The glow of the flashlight highlights the aim of the barrel of my pistol.

Nothing.

Another corner to an empty hall.

I wish I knew the layout in here better. I’ve barely spent any time, but have indulged in every free minute with Nadia instead.

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