Page 84 of Sinful Games

I stayed quiet, arms crossed, watching him as he strolled over, dark gray pants and a matching shirt, topped off with a black Hermes belt. I wasn’t about to back down, so I stood my ground.

He ditched his phone on the table and moved closer, each step calculated. I could feel the tension build as he got right up in my space, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his face into the crook of my neck like it was the most natural thing in the world.

My heart raced, nerves kicking in, and I stood there stiff as a board, unsure of what to do.

“Fuck,” he hummed softly, drawing me nearer. "You feel so good.”

"Romaniev—"

“Just a second more.”

I fell silent, my arms remaining stiffly at my sides. I couldn't deny that this felt... pleasant. More than pleasant, actually. I yearned to wrap my arms around him too, but I held myself back.

A moment later, he planted a delicate kiss on the curve of my neck, sending butterflies fluttering through my stomach, before pulling away and standing upright, his hands now resting lightly on my hips.

"Hey."

"Hi," I breathed out.

His fingers delicately tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle against my skin.

"It smells incredible."

I swallowed nervously. "I baked cookies."

"I can tell."

"Do you…want one?"

As he nodded, I went to grab a cookie, but he stopped me, making me raise an eyebrow in confusion. Before I could say anything, he picked up a cookie himself, holding it up to my lips, signaling for me to take a bite.

A bit unsure, I leaned in, holding onto his wrist as I took a small bite. The cookie was sweet, but the warmth I felt was even sweeter. Everything Alexsei did had

this weird way of feeling almost too seductive, toeing the line between casual and... something else. Getting fed a cookie by him felt oddly intimate, like it shouldn’t be.

“Good?”

I glanced away, not ready to meet his eyes, and gave a small nod, letting go of his wrist as I wiped my mouth. Before I could finish, he brushed the crumbs from my lips with his thumb, then casually brought it to his mouth, cleaning it off.

He took the last bite of the cookie, eyes closing for a moment as he let out a quiet, satisfied sigh. "So damn good," he murmured.

His tone was so damn suggestive, I knew he wasn’t talking about the cookies. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt my stomach tighten. I swallowed hard, his lips pulling into that smug little smirk that always managed to mess with my head.

"Let me take a quick shower, and then we’ll have dinner," he said, planting a soft kiss on my cheek before disappearing into his bedroom.

What the… What was all that about?

“Is the skull in your office real?”

He nodded, taking a big bite of salmon. “As real as it gets.”

True to his word, his shower was quick. He came back,shirtless, in a loose-fitting black Under Armour jogging suit. With damp hair and a hint of color on his cheeks, he looked so effortlesslyhot.

I had to clench my jaw to keep from gasping when he walked in.

I gulped. “Who’s it from?”

“No one you know,” he replied casually.

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