Page 6 of Mile High Daddy

The faint sound of footsteps outside makes me freeze. A moment later, the door handle turns, and before I can react, the door swings open.

Mikhail steps inside.

The small space feels even smaller as he closes the door behind him, the lock clicking into place. My heart lurches into my throat.

“What are you?—”

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he moves toward me, his body filling the narrow bathroom like he’s taking up all the oxygen. Before I can even think to stop him, his hands are on me—one curling around the back of my neck, the other gripping my waist.

And then his mouth crashes against mine.

It’s not a question, not a request. It’s a command, and I’m powerless to do anything but obey. His lips are firm, demanding, and I feel the sharp edge of his control unraveling as he presses me back against the counter. My hands fly to his chest, not to push him away but to pull him closer, because the way he’s kissing me makes the ground beneath me feel unstable.

The cold edge of the counter digs into my back, but I barely notice it. All I can feel is him—his heat, his strength, the way his mouth moves over mine like he’s been starving for this moment.

My mind spins as his tongue slides into my mouth, coaxing. This is insane. This is completely insane. And yet, I don’t want him to stop.

A low, guttural sound rumbles in his chest, and the vibration travels through me, making my knees weak. His hands leave my face, sliding down to my waist and pulling me flush against him.

I gasp into his mouth as his fingers slip beneath the hem of my shirt, his palms skimming the bare skin of my sides. The cool metal of his watch grazes my stomach, and the contrast of cold and heat sends a shiver through me. His hands roam higher, his thumbs brushing the underside of my bra, and my body arches into his touch, desperate for more. My nipples harden to pebbles as he strokes them through the cotton of my bra. I’m pooling wet between thighs.

“Mikhail,” I whisper against his lips, my voice trembling.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his gray eyes burning with intensity. I can feel his hard cock press into my belly. His thumb strokes the edge of my jaw, his lips curving into a dark, satisfied smile. “You taste as sweet as I imagined,kiska.”

His forehead rests against mine, his gray eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

“I don’t think you misunderstood me,” he says, his voice low and rough.

I blink up at him, my heart hammering in my chest. “You…you’re serious?”

His lips curl into that maddening smirk, and his hand tightens on my waist, his thumb brushing against my hip in a way that makes my breath hitch. “Deadly serious.”

My heart pounds, my breathing ragged as he leans down again, his mouth finding my neck this time. His teeth graze my skin, followed by the soft heat of his tongue, and my knees threaten to give out entirely.

There’s a knock at the door, sharp and impatient, pulling me back to reality.

“Mikhail,” I manage, my voice breathless.

He doesn’t move right away. Instead, his hands stay firmly on my waist, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “This isn’t over.”

Before I can respond, he straightens, adjusting his suit like nothing happened. He unlocks the door and steps out, leavingme pressed against the counter, my legs trembling and my mind racing.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, my lips swollen, my skin flushed. I barely recognize the woman staring back at me.

What the hell just happened?

I step out, only to find myself face-to-face with the flight attendant from earlier. Her lips are pursed, her arms crossed, and her perfectly arched eyebrows practically touch her hairline. It’s obvious she knows.

Her gaze flicks past me toward the bathroom, then back to me, her expression dripping with disdain.

“Everything all right, ma’am?” she asks, her voice icy.

“Perfect,” I reply, pasting on a smile as fake as her nails. With a flick of my hair, I stride past her, trying to look unbothered.

I can practically feel her glare scorching my back, but I don’t dare glance over my shoulder. It’s a miracle I’m still standing, let alone attempting confidence, but every ounce of bravery I’ve summoned evaporates the moment I see him.

Mikhail.

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