Page 42 of Tangled Souls

When she’s done, she sits back and crosses her legs with a small, unassuming smile on her face. “I hope you can see the vision I have for the space,” she finishes up. “The only thing I’m not sure about is the name. It’ll come to me.”

Kirill rests his forearms on his desk and leans forward, no doubt needing to be closer to her. It’s a deep-seated need, one I understand. Being so close to her for the last half hour without touching her has been torture.

But to see her shine? To see her step into her own like she has? It’s more than worth it.

“I can absolutely see your vision, Oaklynn.” He motions toward the screen where the last slide is still displayed, one which shows the interior of the club again. “It’s hard not to when you’ve shown me the best presentation I’ve ever seen.”

Oaklynn blushes and looks down at her lap while taking a deep breath. “You don’t need to lie to me, Kirill,” her voice is small, and I hate it.

Kirill is up and out of his chair in a flash. He’s kneeling down in front of our wife so quickly that she looks at him with shock written all over her face.

His large hands cup her cheeks and tilt her head so that she’s forced to look into his eyes.

“I will never lie to you,” his voice is forceful as his eyes beg her to believe him.

“Before I started, you had already assumed that my presentation wouldn’t include much or wouldn’t be thorough,” she points out having read the situation correctly.

Kirill’s head drops back on his shoulders as he looks up at the ceiling. He barks, “Fuck.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” she concedes.

It makes me want to punch him in the face, the same man who I consider a brother who saved my life in more ways than one. But he’s hurt her and that is unacceptable.

“No,” his voice is like steel as he tips his head back down and stares into her eyes, “it’s not okay. And you will not accept it.” That has her sitting up a little straighter while squaring her shoulders. “I shouldn’t have assumed a damn thing when it comes to you. You’ve already proven to me that to underestimate you is dangerous and a mistake. I’m not sure how I forgot it.”

“You really think this will work?” As she asks, she nods toward the screen.

“I think you are a force of nature that will take this city by storm,Solnishko,” he murmurs softly.

She stares into his eyes, searching them for something. When her shoulders slump slightly and she breathes out a shaky breath, I know she found what she was looking for.

Sincerity.

Truth.

When Kirill glances my way, all I see in his eyes is regret. I arch an eyebrow, but I don’t say anything. He’s going to be beating himself up more than I ever could.

Now, if one of the other guys finds out about this who knows how it’ll end up. Baker and Maxim both go feral for our woman. They’re also more likely to jump in front of her. I, however, know it isn’t always necessary.

Our woman has more heart and grit than most. And she shouldn’t be hidden just because she’s a woman.

Oaklynn lets out a small yelp of surprise when Kirill picks her up and carries her around to the other side of his desk. Her voice is husky, “What are you doing?”

Kirill stands her up and pushes her flowy pants down over her hips before lifting her and placing her ass on the edge of his desk. Then he’s sinking to his knees before her. I’m quick to stand and move so I get a better view of what is about to happen.

Seeing our woman flush with pleasure and riding the wave of her orgasm is not to be missed.

“I’m showing you how sorry I am for being another man who underestimated you when all I should do is love you as fiercely as you love me,” he growls as he pulls her panties to the side.

“Kirill,” she whimpers.

He plants kisses up the inside of her thighs, one leg and then the other. When he’s moved all the way up to the apex of her thighs, he leans in and blows a breath out over her clit which is peeking out from where her arousal coats her pussy lips.

Oaklynn leans back on her hands, her dark hair swinging and brushing against the top of the desk. Fucking gorgeous.

“Fantasy come to fucking life,” Kirill grunts.

Then he dives between her legs, his mouth attacking her pussy. I let out a low hum of approval because I know howfucking good our woman tastes. As I hear him eat her, slurping and lapping at her wetness, I can almost taste her on my tongue.

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