Page 4 of Bratva's Vow
I tightened my hand around his pulsating length, manipulating him with firm strokes. My other hand was still firm on his hip, guiding him up and down on my cock in a rhythm that had my body on fire. He went rigid as his orgasm hit, spilling over my hand and onto the desk. His hole spasmed around me, the fluttering movement building a pressure deep inside me that shattered.
I squeezed Wren to me, thrusting up—once, twice—and coming inside him. My hips fell back, and I sat hard in the chair, Wren’s body slumped against me.
I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face to his back. I kissed his neck, nipped his skin, and tasted the saltiness of his sweat, the sweetness of him. The postorgasmic haze settled around us, the silence in the office broken only by our ragged breathing.
I hoisted Wren up, disentangling myself from his clenching heat, and set him on his feet. Together, we readjusted our clothes, not talking but stealing knowing smiles and smirks. His eyes were soft, crinkling at the corners, as he observed me button up my trousers and wipe the cum off my desk with a tissue from the dispenser.
“You don’t have to look so smug,” he grumbled.
Chuckling, I pulled him back against me. “And why shouldn’t I?”
“People are going to think you’re a horrible boss for using your wealth and powerful influence to get the PA into bed.”
“Is that so?” I kissed his hair. “I thought you said they would thinkyouwere a gold digger for sleeping with the boss?”
He pushed away from me, putting the desk between us while I watched him in amusement. “You’re the one who tempted me.” He smoothed a hand down his thigh, grinning, and placed his hand on my desk, leaning forward. “Want to play with me this weekend?”
“Of course, though we might change things up a bit. Want to go to a hotel?”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Actual play. Jess has a coupon for laser tag that’s about to expire. She’s taking Nik and Darius since he’s back. I want you on my team.”
“Laser tag?”
“Yeah. You know, neon lights, fake guns, hiding behind foam barriers like children on a sugar high.”
My first instinct was to say no. Flat-out, immediate, definitive. What kind of man like me played laser tag? A man who was comfortable shooting real guns.
The whole concept was absurd.
But then I looked at him. At how his face lit up with the idea. At the hopeful way he hovered, waiting. And something inside me—something stubborn and entirely soft—caved.
“Sure. Why not?”
He beamed like I’d handed him the stars. Leaned in and kissed me, quick and sweet, tasting of victory.
“You’re the best,” he said. “You gotta get Sergei to come too.”
I groaned. “Wren, I don’t see that happening. Sergei isn’t the kind of guy who has fun.”
“No, no, Sergei has to play.” He was halfway to the door already. “It’ll be you, me, and Sergei against Jess, Nik, and Darius. We’re gonna crush them. It’s gonna be amazing. I can’t wait!”
The door closed behind him, and I groaned, dragging a hand over my face. If he thought I was stoic and brooding,Sergei was in a league of his own. He wouldn’t thaw because of a pretty face with amazing throat game and a sweet ass.
Well, fuck me sideways.
Laser tag.
With Sergei.
What the hell had I just agreed to?
CHAPTER TWO
WREN
“Jess, we’ll be late if you don’t get a move on.” I knocked sharply on my roommate’s door while checking my watch. I knew she was still inside because a few minutes ago I’d heard moaning. And not from her either.
“Will get off in a sec!”
