Page 33 of Perfect Stalker

She stiffens slightly. “What?”

“No condom.”

“Oh.”

“Are you protected?”

“No. I don’t like how hormonal birth control makes me feel.”

I groan again. “I should stop.” Despite my words, I plunge deeply into her pussy again.

“Please don’t,” she whispers. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

The thought of filling her with my seed sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I can’t resist her plea when she sounds so desperate for it. With a growl, I pick up the pace, fucking her harder and deeper. She cries out, clinging to me while I drive us both toward climax. I’ll just pull out when I get closer.

But it’s no use. The feeling of her slick walls gripping my cock is too much when she spasms around me as her climax approaches. When she comes, crying my name, I lose control. I slam into her one last time, spilling myself deeply inside her.

We lie there for a moment, panting, our bodies still entwined. Then I roll off her, pulling her close. We’re both sweaty and sticky, but I don’t care. All I want is to hold her in my arms, but practical thoughts intrude. The risk that I made her pregnant isn’t that high, right? “When was your last period?”

She freezes for a minute but seems to be calculating. “About a week ago.”

“So you’re probably safe.”

“Probably.” There’s a pause, then she adds, “Ivan, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to do that.”

“It’s okay. I wanted to.” I almost growl the words. There’s no way to describe how fucking primal and possessive I feel after taking her raw and coming inside her pussy without any barriers between us. She probably wouldn’t understand the thrill of pure masculine satisfaction blotting out all other concerns when I think about that moment—and I will, over and over.

“Still, I know you were trying to protect me, and I appreciate it.”

“I would do anything for you, Jenny.” The words slip out before I can stop them. They’re true though. I would do anything to keep her safe. To keep her happy. To make her mine.

She snuggles closer to me, resting her head on my chest. “I know,” she murmurs. “And I’m grateful even if your way of doing things is completely fucked up.”

I chuckle. “You’ll get used to it.”

We lie there in silence against the somewhat rough carpet for a while, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, she breaks the silence. “Ivan?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think Stephen will try to hurt me again?”

Her question sobers me instantly. “I won’t let him. I promise.”

“What about that Alexei guy, who stormed the office today? What will you do about him?”

I stiffen at the sound of my rival’s name on her lips. I wanted to shield her from ever knowing about him, but it’s too late for that. “I’m going to destroy him,kotik.”

She lifts her head to look at me. “How?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just trust me to take care of everything.” I have no doubt Marcus is already orchestrating a fast and brutal strike again priority targets that will send a clear message to Alexei to back off. That’s only a temporary measure, but it will buy the time we need to formulate a permanent response.

She studies me for a moment, then nods. “Okay.”

With that settled, I relax again, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against mine. I could stay like this forever, but eventually, reality intrudes. “We should clean up and get some work done.”

Jenny sighs. “I suppose you’re right.”

Reluctantly, we untangle ourselves and stand up. I take in her naked form, and my cock stirs again. “Perhaps a shower first?”

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