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“No!” I protest, close to tears.
“Yes,” he groans, no happier than I am. “He wouldn’t be knocking unless someone was about to come up here themselves.”
He traces the edges of my glistening pussy with his fingers, making me shiver. “Besides,” he drawls, “if I start fucking you now, there’s no way I’ll stop before morning.”
That promise keeps me sane.If I start fucking you now.It means he can fuck me later, once this party business has been wrapped up.
It means I can still have this.
Even if it’s the worst idea in the world.
I struggle to my feet and smooth down my dress. Then I catch it again, from the corner of my eye: Yulian, licking my juices off his fingers.
He notices me staring. He smirks, wolfish and mischievous. “Something wrong, kitten?”
“No,” I lie, my face ripe as a strawberry. “Not at all. Just—getting ready for the party.”
“Good.” He tilts my head up with that same hand. “Because it wouldn’t be proper for you to get impatient. Like I said, you don’t make the rules here.Ido.”
It sends a shiver down my spine. Like there’s no question of him being in command, out there or in here.
We make ourselves decent. I’m throbbing between my legs, but I force myself to ignore it. The wetter it gets down there, the worse the “no panties” problem will become.
I can do this, though. I can hold off for a few hours. I can smile and wave and shake hands with people I don’t give a shit about just so my boss-turned-lover will reward me all night long for it.
And I can definitely pretend it means nothing.
Right?
35
YULIAN
It happened again.
No—Ilet it happen again. I could have walked out of that bathroom any time, but I didn’t.
Instead, one look at Mia’s naked body was enough to break all the promises I’d made to myself: keep her far, keep myself cold, keep us on the right side of the line.
But what line is left now?
I can’t help it. Apparently, neither can she. Whatever this chemistry between us is, it’s clear we can’t control it.
I’ve never had that problem before.
At my side, Mia stands perfectly composed, as if we hadn’t been about to fuck like animals just fifteen minutes ago. There’s a slight flush on her cheeks that could be makeup, but I know for a fact isn’t.
It’s a last, lingering trace of everything we did upstairs.
Everything wealmostdid.
Everything we’ll do once I wrap this stupid party up.
I didn’t even want to throw it. Parties, events, galas—I hate them with every fiber of my being. They’re a well-dressed circus, a show we put on to pretend our money makes us better than everybody else.
But true success isn’t about making money. Money is just what happens when you claw your way to the top. If you’re strong enough to get there, the world is your oyster.
That’s what tonight is all about for me: securing the world, one deal at a time.
