Page 90 of Crimson Tears

He lets out a long breath, his fingers combing through my hair rhythmically. The sensation on my scalp is calming and somewhat sensual.

“How can I help?”

It’s only a whisper, but it sends a new wave of shivers down my spine. The good kind.

“Distract me. Make me forget, even if it’s just for a little while.”

I want nothing more than for him to sink his thick cock inside of me so that it’s all I can think about, and the breathy tone I use should make that very clear, but he hesitates.

“Do you need to get back to work?” I nod to his computer and he shakes his head.

“No. But I do not want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I say quickly, rolling onto my back and trying to pull him with me. It jostles my ribs, making me suck in a breath when he presses on them.

But I don’t let him pull back when he tries to separate us. Instead, I press my mouth to his, shoving my tongue in and showing him how much I need this. I don’t just need a distraction—I need him.

I need to be reminded that he isn’t leaving. That this is real and he is here to stay.

“Lisichka,” he breathes against my lips.

Reaching down, I palm his erection through those sweatpants that should be illegal. Seriously, if he ever steps outside with those on, he will cause a car crash. I just know it.

When his hand slips beneath the boxers I’m wearing, making contact with my dripping center, I groan in sweet satisfaction. He hisses out a breath when he pulls his hand back.

“You are soaked.”

He pushes wet fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he looks me up and down. His blue eyes are nearly black with desire and it might be painful to be fucked right now, but I can’t help that I still want it. I need him to fill me up.

“Give it to me, please?”

Boris laughs darkly, kneeling and ripping off his shirt in one fluid motion.

“I could never say no to you,Lisichka.”

His head turns, watching Cillian on the screen as he sets a timer on the oven.

“Think he will come back in here?” he asks.

“Maybe it’s your turn to show him how good you are.”

Boris shakes his head. “He has already seen what I can do.Twice.”

My mouth falls open in surprise, making him laugh.

“I could feel how wet it made you when you knew he was watching. You practically soaked my face and came back to back faster than I have ever been able to do on my own.”

And if he thought I was drenched before, he should feel the waterfall between my legs now.

“Maybe you just improved your skills,” I suggest. “Or that time away really made me miss you.”

It was literally one day, and we both knew it had nothing to do with distance and everything to do with dark eyes watching me from the shadows.

“Do not try to flatter me, baby girl. I know you and your body well. Which means, I know exactly what you need.”

“And what is that?” I ask as Boris pulls my shorts down my thighs and tosses them to the floor.

My body is trembling in anticipation. I went from having sex two to three times a day to nothing for almost two weeks now.

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