Page 58 of Beautiful Deception

“No man has ever done this to me,” I whisper. “You’re the first.”

“Good.” Then he kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips. It’s not unpleasant.

My knee brushes against his hips where I feel something hard. I jerk back and look down at his waist. Of course. His erection.

“Do you…” I nod towards his waist.

“You’ve never kissed a man before today. I doubt you’ve touched a man’s cock before.”

“I haven’t.”

“I don’t want to frighten you. And if I’m being honest, if I take my cock out, I might not be able to stop myself from fucking you, and there’s no going back from that.”

“So what are you saying?”

He sighs, then kisses my forehead. “We should stop. We’ve already gone too far. If we go further, I’ll fuck you right on this desk, and your first time shouldn’t be like this.”

“Don’t I get a say?”

“Do you want me to fuck you on my desk?”

It’s a little tempting but I know it’s not what I truly want. “No.”

“I thought so.” His kiss is tender. It’s over too soon. “You deserve a bed and candles and flowers and all of that shit.”

“I’m just a maid. I’m not some fine lady.”

“You sell yourself short, Inessa.”

“But we can’t be together,” I say.

His eyes darken. “You’re right. We can’t.”

But still, neither of us move away.

A knock on the door makes us scramble apart.

“Just a minute,” Viktor snaps, helping me with my underwear. I slide off the desk and right my skirt while Viktor readjusts himself. “What, Mrs. Green?”

She opens the door and her surprise is evident when she sees me. “Uh… sir, I just wanted to let you know that Miss Morozov is here to see you.”

Natasha. She’s here again.

Chapter Nine

Viktor

Natasha’sfaceisthepicture of innocence when I meet her in the foyer. “Natasha. Good to see you again.”

“And you too.”

I know I should invite her in but all I can think about is the taste of Inessa’s pussy on my lips. How badly I want to take her. How badly I want to make her mine.

“Can I come in?” Natasha asks pointedly.

“Right. Of course.” I motion her into the living room and silently tell myself to get my fucking act together. I can’t lose it around her. Inessa is not mine. She cannot be mine. I made a promise that I would not marry for love. Love and emotions make things too messy.

Case in point: how I feel about Inessa right now and how I feel about Natasha. Inessa is the one I dream about, not Natasha. The sight of Natasha makes me feel ill, like the thought of spending the rest of my life with her would be miserable.

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