Page 36 of Viktor

Her head snapped back. “What?”

“Your ass is hanging out, Sara.”

“It is not.”

“I don’t want Gabe or Mason staring at your ass all day.”

“Please. They wouldn’t.”

“If I’m staring, they’re staring.”

“You’re gawking at my ass, huh?”

He growled. Like she didn’t know this.

“I’m not putting pants on just so you won’t have to see my ass.”

“Oh, I want to see your ass. I just don’t want anyone else to see it.”

Her lips curved, and her green eyes sparkled. “I think I’m going to put on my bathing suit and take Delia outside to play in her kiddie pool.”

“The fuck, woman?” Did she want him to commit homicide upon his brothers?

“You and that filthy mouth.” Shetsked.

“You like my filthy mouth.” He pushed closer, barely a centimeter separating them.

“I do not. Wasn’t I just threatening to beat asses over it?”

“That was Mason.”

“You were included.” Her eyes dropped to his lips, and she swallowed thickly.

Viktor leaned in, his nose right by her ear, and inhaled the warm scent of vanilla and apples. God, he was growing to love that damn scent. His balls started to tingle, and he bit back a groan. He should get up and stop torturing them both.

But he didn’t.

“You smell fucking delicious.” His nose ghosted along the shell of her ear. A full body shudder rolled through her. His hands slid up and down her arms, and he caught her earlobe between his teeth.

“Viktor,” she gasped and pushed closer to him.

“I’m not going to kiss you,moye sokrovishche. I want to, but I’m not.”

Another gasp left her, but this one was more than a little irritated. He laughed, his breath sending her hair billowing out in front of him.

“Because I’m a client?”

“In the beginning, yes. I make it a hard rule not to get involved with my clients. And you didn’t need someone trying to get into your bed who was going to be gone in a few weeks.”

He felt her withdraw, the harsh reality of truth settling over her.

“But that’s not true anymore.”

“It’s not?”

“No.” He shook his head and let his hands skim all the way down her arms until he could link his fingers with hers. “I’m not going to be gone in a few weeks. I’m going to fight your demons, Sara, and I’m going win. I plan on proving to you that you’re worth the fight.”

“I…”

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