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Sparks of light burst through her skull as she clawed for the release that was just out of reach. Before she could take hold of it, Jozef abruptly pulled his fingers out of her. She yelled her frustration and hit him in the shoulder with her fist. He made a grunting sound and her eyes flew open as he took her free wrist and captured it with the other above her head. Then he took her chin in hand and forced her to look at him as he surged inside her.

He filled her completely as he slammed to the hilt, the scent of her own arousal reaching her from where his fingers touched her face. It was the most erotic experience of her life. It was beautiful, raw and honest.

Jozef fucked her with long deep strokes, his rhythm even until the very end, each stroke igniting the fire in his eyes to a fever pitch. She was burning up with him, reaching for her orgasm while laying helpless beneath his masterful body. She felt his cock growing bigger inside her, tighter, and knew he was close. She yanked her wrists from his grasp, reached up and dragged his face down to hers, wanting to see every expression as passion took over and controlled his body. She saw the glassy hardness of his eyes, felt the breath whoosh from him and rush over her face, heard the guttural grunts as he was pushed over the edge.

His hands tightened almost unbearably, pushing Shaun into her own orgasm. She let go of him, reached over her head and took hold of the couch cushions, pushing her hips up into his and taking every drop of semen rushing into her body.

They came down together, the shock of unplanned intense sex visible on their faces. Jozef rolled to the side, pulling Shaun with him until he lay with his chest pressed against her back. He held her in a bear hug, his fingers lacing with hers and resting on her belly. He was cuddling with her, floating with her through the aftermath of the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. She wanted to know if he felt the same but didn’t want to ask.

She tipped her head up to look at him and found his gaze steady on her face. His lips softened, not quite into a smile, but something close. His arms tightened around her and he watched her as her muscles began to relax and her breathing evened out. Before she fell asleep, the last thing she noticed was a blanket being pulled across her naked body and tucked around her.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Jozef wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening holding Shaun in his arms while she slept, but he had a meeting to attend. Krystoff wanted to talk to him about some information Jozef’s team had dug up. They’d finally managed to discover the whereabouts of Vasiliy Stanovich, the mastermind behind Krystoff’s kidnapping. Unfortunately for them, Vasiliy was holed up in the neighboring country of Poland.

Jozef suspected his uncle was going to send him on an out-of-country job, not something Jozef wanted to do while he was still unsure of where he stood with his fiancé. Would she try to leave him the moment he was out of the country? Would her heart grow cooler with distance? He didn’t want to risk their budding relationship on a job, but his uncle’s word was law, and if Krystoff ordered Jozef and his team to go on a job, they didn’t have a choice but to go.

It was the way they had always done things. Krystoff was head of the organization, Jozef was his loyal dog. The power imbalance they held was beginning to make less and less sense to Jozef. He’d never questioned his uncle’s autocracy, since Krystoff always treated his family well, and Jozef got to make most of the security related decisions. But it was Jozef who'd put his team together, trained with them, ensured they were the best in the business. He should be the one making the decisions. It was something he’d have to bring up with Krystoff.

Knowing his uncle would send someone to find him if he didn’t get moving, Jozef gently pulled his arm from beneath his slumbering woman and slowly crawled over top of her.

She rolled onto her back and let out a soft snore before flinging an arm over her face and falling into a deeper sleep.

Jozef had noticed that about Shaun. She slept soundly no matter where she was or how cramped the sleeping conditions were. He supposed it was her experience as a doctor, working long hours on her feet, that allowed her to sleep so soundly. Jozef was a light sleeper, always had been and likely always would be. That particular character trait could one day save his life.

He pulled on his clothes and then searched through her pockets until he found the burner phone. Stuffing it in his pocket, he made his way quietly out of the suite, locking it behind him. He should be wearing a suit for meeting his uncle, but he didn’t want to take the time to change. Krystoff wouldn’t care, but Jozef had trained their men to respect the family patriarch at all times, which meant dressing appropriately and using the correct language and grammar.

Krystoff’s office was on the first floor, opposite the formal dining room. Jozef knocked briefly, waited for the summons and opened the door. Krystoff was standing next to the floor to ceiling windows, which opened to a spectacular view of Prague in the distance. The older man was drinking cognac from a crystal highball glass. He turned when Jozef entered the room and lifted his glass with a raised brow.

Jozef shook his head, his mind flashing to the woman snoring on his couch. He wanted round two when he was finished his meeting and he suspected she wouldn’t want him coming to her bed smelling of alcohol. He didn’t think she was a prude, but the look on her face when he’d taken that line of cocaine in the club haunted him, reminding him they were from two different worlds. He was used to a life filled with vices. He knew how to moderate himself, but that didn’t mean he had to flaunt his lifestyle while wooing a woman who meant something to him.

“Sit, Jozef.” Krystoff waved his hand toward a pair of immaculate leather chairs in front of the fireplace. There was no fire yet as it was warm outside, but Krystoff tended to prefer the leather chairs when he was meeting with Jozef or another member of the family. If the meeting was of a more professional nature, or if there was a darker purpose, he would seat his guest opposite him, the oak desk between them.

Jozef dipped his head in acknowledgment and took a seat, accepting a glass of water from his uncle. Though he’d refused an alcoholic beverage, Krystoff would never allow a guest to go without a drink.

“How are things, my boy?” Krystoff asked jovially, dropping into the chair opposite Jozef and crossing his ankle over his knee.

I’m doing well, Jozef signed.Are you fully recovered from your ordeal?

“Indeed. That week off was almost a vacation,” Krystoff said with a half-smile, holding up his hand with its missing finger. “Your girl did an excellent job of patching me up.”

Rather than prolong the meeting, Jozef asked bluntly,what’s the job?

Krystoff looked taken aback. Krystoff led the meetings, not Jozef. He talked business when he was ready to talk business. However, Jozef was impatient to get back to Shaun and unwilling to engage in light banter.

“I want you to go to Poland,” Krystoff said, switching gears. “Get what you can out of Vasiliy, take care of him and come home. Make sure there is no evidence of your existence. Our Polish allies have made it clear: we do not conduct business in their territory without their permission and we don’t have permission for this particular operation.”

Jozef dipped his head in a nod. He’d been right about why Krystoff summoned him. Terek, Jozef’s ‘hunter,’ had traced every move Vasiliy had made over the past few years and discovered the man owned a small rustic cabin in Poland. They’d sent someone to check and sure enough, Vasiliy had holed up, disappearing from the mafia radar. He’d probably chosen Poland specifically because the Kobas couldn’t move as easily through the territory. Vasiliy was about to find out otherwise.

When do we move?Jozef asked.

“Tonight.” Krystoff’s voice held a hard edge to it, as though daring Jozef to argue. “You’ll have to be back in time for the engagement party.”

Fuck. Krystoff was cutting it close. It would take a minimum of twelve hours to travel to Poland, dispose of Vasiliy and travel home. The party was scheduled for the next evening. Jozef was going to be coming in right under the wire, and he was more afraid of what his aunt would do to him if he missed the party than what Krystoff would do to him. Why weren’t they waiting until after the party? A few extra days would allow Jozef to come up with an adequate plan that would ensure the safety of him and his team, as well as give him the opportunity to prepare Shaun for his absence.

Jozef didn’t want to leave Shaun in Prague while he travelled to Poland. It would only take a day, but that was still a day too long to be away from her. Of course, bringing a woman on such a dangerous mission wasn’t an option. Krystoff would never allow it. Though often progressive in his thinking, when it came to the women of his family, Krystoff still held old-fashioned values. The women stayed home and, for the most part, stayed out of the family business. They helped run the home, went shopping, supported charities and met up with socially acceptable friends.

As if reading Jozef’s mind, Krystoff said, “I ran into Shaun in the rose garden this morning. She seemed upset.”

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