Page 22 of Dirty Roxie
“We are married. Madly in love,” I murmur in her ear. “Dancing intimately is a must.”
“I concur,” she purrs, turning in my arms and pushing her ass back against my already half-hard cock, swaying her hips seductively. Her arms reach up over her head and clasp behind my neck. I have no choice but to wrap my own around her waist, one palm flattened just under her left breast, the other at her pelvis, and move my body with hers.
Roxie turns her head, resting her cheek against my chest, and tilts her chin up to look at me. I find myself wishing, once again, that things were different. That I could claim her as my own. A small part of me even going so far as to wonder what it would be like to actually be married and here on vacation.
Would we use the dancing as foreplay, then return to the room to fuck like animals all night long? Or would we make love? Maybe a combination of the two?
“Why, Mr. Johnson.” Roxie breaks into my thoughts, her voice breathy and low. “Are you happy to see me?” She wriggles her ass against me. The pain of unquenched desire welcome. Keeping me alert and on my toes.
I spin her to face me, burying my face in her neck, playing my part. “I’m always happy to see you, wife.”
“Hmm.” Her hands roam down my chest, she unbuttons my jacket and burrows into me. Slipping her arms under the garment, past my shoulder holster, and around my waist. I want nothing more than to lose myself in this moment. Forget everything except for the feel of her in my arms with her body pressed against mine.
Which is when I see him.
Andrei.
My body stiffens.
Roxie stills her movements. “What?”
“He’s here. Across the room, behind you, pawing one of the servers.”
“Is Viktor with him?”
“Not that I can see.”
“What are we waiting for?” she asks. “Let’s go get him.”
“Hang on, I want to see what he does. And I want to find Viktor.”
“Dance me toward him.”
I do as she says with small, measured steps. Taking care not to make ourselves too noticeable. Roxie continues to run her hands over me, making it hard to concentrate. Not for the first time, I wish our cover was as brother and sister, even cousins or colleagues, as opposed to husband and wife. It would make it much easier for me to concentrate on what I need to if I didn’t also have to block how she makes me feel.
My heart beats faster the closer we get. Sweat trickles down my temples. A result of the combination of having Roxie in my arms and Andrei within my grasp. It’s barely been a month since I learned of Andrei’s betrayal, yet I feel as though I’ve been chasing him for a lifetime. Tracking him down so soon has been a blend of knowing the right people, and blind opportunistic luck. Most of which I owe to Roberto.
Had it not been for him, we wouldn’t be here right now. I’m still not sure how Mack and Reed have fared in their search for him. What I know is he’s here, within reach, and I’m not about to waste the opportunity. Roxie thinks I should let her lure him into a dark corner, to which I said no. Preferring the more direct route. I will go up to him, let him know I’ve got a gun pinned at his gut, and that we should talk. Alone. Without his goons to protect him.
And how did he even get additional men on his side so soon. Based on the carnage he and Viktor left behind at his compound, I’m certain the bulk of who he even knows is dead. Let alone who he trusts or has on his team.
“Don’t look now,” Roxie whispers, “but Viktor is headed right for us. And he doesn’t look happy.”
