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“Pinche mentiroso.”Fucking liar, I hiss, and rub my temples. “Get Sergio on the phone.Now,” I bark.

Berto dials on the office phone, and he glances back at Irma and then to me with a raised eyebrow. He’s questioning whether or not he should keep it on speaker in front of Irma. I give him a subtle dip of my chin, and he sighs as he finishes dialing Sergio. There’s nothing she can do with any information she learns from this conversation, and her fluency in Russian can only help, since neither Berto nor I speak the language.

Irma

I’m very surprised Alejo is allowing me to sit in his office while he conducts his business. I know he still keeps one eye on me at all times, and he should. I might be physically attracted to my husband, but now that Matches is gone, there isn’t anything holding me here. I will escape eventually, but I’m not out to get him. Honestly, I just want to disappear and be free again. I’m not out for revenge, only freedom.

He calls up Sergio Petrofski, Ivanka’s father, and leaves it on speakerphone. Sergio starts yelling at him immediately, and Alejo just sits there as cool as a cucumber, as if he’s not even listening. The man keeps switching from Russian to English, imprecating Alejo left and right. Something aboutdisrespecting his daughterandhe’ll pay for itandwho the fuck does he think he isandhe’ll destroy him and kill his cunt wife and his family. He says most of it in Russian, and I’m pretty sure if Alejo understood what he was really saying, he wouldn’t be sitting there so calmly. Alejo wouldn’t take threats lightly, and for some reason, I feel like it’s my duty to tell him what he’s slipping in there in a language I’m sure he knows that Alejo does not understand. He did after all ask me how good my Russian was.

I stand to my feet while Alejo starts to speak to Sergio, and I grab a pen and motion for some paper to write on. Alejo, without skipping a beat, opens a drawer and hands over a small notepad.

I write down some of the phrases I caught using the Russian alphabet and then translate them into English. Starting first when Sergio mentioned destroying Alejo’s family, then when he said he would gut me, his cunt wife, then when he called Alejo a dirty Spaniard. Oh, and also, he threatened to kill him if he ever stepped a foot in Russia again.

Once I’m done, I tear the piece of paper off and slide it in front of Alejo. Then, with the pen and pad of paper in hand, I take my seat back at the table. Ready to write down anything else Sergio prattles on about. Sitting here, I feel super useful and a little proud of myself.

I glance up at Alejo and see his nostrils flare as he reads what I wrote. Alejo doesn’t let Sergio know that he knows what he’s been raving on about in Russian, and stays on task. Alejo tells him that he is outnumbered on some vote and that he’ll be seeing him soon. Sergio seems to have calmed down some, but I don’t miss it when he says something under his breath in Russian about a warehouse in some part of Russia. I don’t jot it down, because I didn’t catch the whole thing. Just something about a warehouse and guns.

Alejo ends the call and immediately looks at me. “So, he called you an ‘ublyudox’ several times, which is a ‘bastard,’” I simply state, and his lips twitch. “And then he said ‘Sdelay eto svom metodom,’ which means ‘Have it your way,’ and something about a warehouse and guns at the end, but I couldn’t hear the whole thing.”

His nostrils flare again when he eyes Berto, then he looks back at me. “Thank you,mi esposa.”

I give him a small smile and feel my cheeks heat. I nod my head and pick up my book again, hiding behind it. The whole thing was gratifying, for some reason. I shouldn’t feel any pride in myself for helping him, but I do. A man who is more of a potentate, who is so intelligent and prudent, for him to look to me for any kind of guidance is definitely poignant.

After a couple hours, Berto leaves, and I notice Alejo rubbing his temples again. His eyes flicker to me when he drops his hands, giving me half a smile, then focus back on his laptop. Another hour later and I can’t take it anymore when I see him doing it again, rubbing his temples and a look of pain on his face.

Sighing dramatically, I put down my book and stroll over to him. As I round his desk, he swivels in his chair to face me. There’s a glimmer in his eyes as he looks up at me, and I roll mine.Not here for that, buddy.And just the thought of him bending me over his desk sends a thrill through my body and down to my panties. “You need to take some medicine for your headache,” I say as I reach out and place my index and middle fingers on each temple and begin circling them, applying some pressure. His eyes automatically shut, and he leans into my touch. His eyelashes so dark and long they brush along the tops of his chiseled cheeks. Not one facial hair is out of place, and there are a few gray ones in there, making him even manlier to ogle. The bridge of his strong nose is smooth and straight, not a bump on it.

“Mi amor,” he grumbles. “So good.” His voice is husky and so sexy. I’m tempted to straddle his lap while I do this. But if I do, it’ll turn into sex. And I’m not going to initiate sex with him. I need to remember that I do not want to be here. I do not want to be married to Alejandro Martinez. And I most certainly do not want him placing his large hands on my hips and pulling me close to him like he is doing right now.

Now I’m standing between his legs, less than a foot separating his head from my breasts. Breasts that begin to rise and fall as my breathing picks up slightly. His breath is calm as it comes out evenly, tickling my skin. “You work a lot. Do you ever let anyone else handle some stuff? You said your mother used to work side by side with your father. Would she be willing to step up?”

His eyes remain shut when he speaks. “It isn’t her responsibility anymore, my love. My mother is now free to just live her life.”

“But what if she wants to help? What if she misses the work?” I can’t imagine a woman like Benita Martinez enjoying lounging by the pool all day and roaming the estate with not a single purpose. She’s the type of woman who needs to feel useful. Like me. She needs to find her niche.

His eyes slowly peel open, and I almost gasp at the thoroughly relaxed gaze he has right now. A look I’ve had a glimpse of when he’s inside me. As if the weight of the world is alleviated from his shoulders, if only momentarily. My cheeks suddenly heat, and my breasts are so close to his face every time I inhale that if he were to stick his tongue out… “Maybe you’re right,mi amor. Maybe she would like to be of use to the business still. I’ll talk to her about it.” His words are sluggish and deep, sending chills down my spine. Heating my core. Alejo’s hands go from my hips to my ass, sliding all the way down to the backs of my thighs. “Sit in my lap, my love. I need to taste your lips.”

I swallow hard as my fingers begin to falter. “You need some medicine, Alejo.” I don’t mean for my voice to come out like a purr, but it does.

“I’m looking at the best kind right now.” His eyes keep bouncing from my eyes to my lips. My tongue instinctively runs along my bottom lip, and that lazy gaze he’s giving me burns right through me. “Sit on my lap,” he commands, and I find myself obeying. There’s a gleam in his eyes when I do, satisfied that I submitted.

My hands go to his shoulders to steady myself as I climb on. There’s no room on either side of his legs where the chair meets the armrests because his large frame fills the seat, so my bent knees hang underneath the armrests, my heels touching my butt.

He cups my face and stares at me for a long, intensive moment where I completely lose myself. Somehow I see everything in those golden eyes of his. I see something I’ve been searching for without ever knowing it. Adventure, security, power, consolation, even blitheness. All before he slowly leans forward, closing the gap and pressing his soft lips to mine. I can feel his cock growing harder, barely grazing my pussy, and I wish I could feel more of it.

His tongue slides along mine at a moderate pace, and I grip his shoulders harder, stopping myself from grinding on him. He opens his mouth wider, and I follow his movement. The kiss grows hungrier, and without my knowledge, my hips began moving on their own. Keeping one hand cupping my jaw, his other hand moves to where my lower back and ass meet, and he coaxes me forward every time I roll my hips. We’re sitting here making out and dry humping like two horny teenagers. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so bad in my life as I do right now. I just want to tear his clothes off and impale myself on him. To ride his dick until I come so many times I fall over or pass out.

“Mi amor,” he groans into my mouth. I’m so close to coming, and when he stands up with me, I let out a tiny whimper at the loss of contact.

He sets me down on the edge of his desk and continues to kiss me with deep passion. My arms wrap around his broad shoulders, keeping him close to me. His hands find my panties underneath my short sundress, and he pulls them down and off, shoving them in his pocket. I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his zipper being pulled down. Then there’s a thump against my inner thigh.

I arch my back, needing to feel him push his way inside of me. “Patience, my love,” he rasps, and untangles my arms from around his shoulders.

He steps back and then drops to his knees. Spreading my knees wide, he rolls up the hem of my dress and stares at my pussy. Licking his lips in anticipation. Then, without a word, he dives in. I gasp, and my hands fist his hair to hold on. “Lie back, my love. I need to taste all of you,” he mutters against my sex. Releasing his hair, I lie back on my elbows, and he throws my legs over his shoulders.

Now, at this angle, he can get to everything down there. He swipes his tongue from bottom to top, flicking my sensitive nub with it. I jolt at the sensation, and he starts flicking his tongue over my clit and alternating between that and sucking, his facial hair rubbing against my thighs, and I think about how they’ll stay pink for hours.

My head is spinning, and I’m on the verge of coming. I know I’m making a mess of his desk, and something about that is so arousing, I chase my orgasm even faster. I can feel the blood rush to my clit, and my back arches when I hit my zenith, crying out for all to hear. Shuddering all the way back down.

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