Page 95 of Nine Months to Bear
“Freedom. Just for an hour.” When my expression hardens, she quickly adds, “For work. I have an important client meeting that I can’t miss.”
The memory of bullets whizzing past her head flashes in my mind. “Absolutely not.”
A frown punctures her damsel-in-distress act. “You told me I wasn’t a hostage. If that’s true, then let me go. My company needs?—”
“Your safety matters more than your company.”
“Actually, asshole, nothing matters more than my company.” She catches herself getting feisty and tries to veer back toward the weird mix of professionalism and seduction that she seems to think will sway me. “I can’t let a potential client slip away. She specifically requested to meet alone.”
“Then I’ll accompany you,” I offer.
But she’s shaking her head before I’m halfway done speaking. “Women’s reproductive health is intimate, Stefan. She won’t discuss her fertility issues with a man looming nearby.”
“Then she won’t get to discuss anything with you at all.” I push back from my desk and start to stand. “I’m not risking your safety for?—”
Olivia moves faster than I expect. Her hands come down on the arms of my chair to cage me in. Our faces are inches apart as she holds my gaze.
“Please,” she whispers. “Just… please.”
Slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, she drops to her knees between my legs. I know exactly what she’s doing. And I knowhow I should respond: stop this and remind her that I can’t be persuaded by sex.
No matter how good she looks kneeling in front of me.
But I can’t bring myself to say the words.
“Well, I guess if you’re so worried,” she murmurs, her fingers trailing up my thighs, “you could always come for me—I mean, with me…”
The not-so-accidental slip of the tongue lingers between us as she frees me from my pants, drawing a groan from my throat. But the groan dissolves as she bends forward and wraps her red lips around me.
I watch her like I’m in a daze, motionless as she swallows me down, her lipstick smudging against my skin.
I grab a fistful of her hair, holding her to me as the vibration of her moan sizzles through my bones.
I should stop this.
I don’t.
She pulls up to circle her tongue around my tip. I drop my head as pleasure builds at the base of my spine. “Fuck, Olivia.”
When I look down, she’s smiling around me. Mouth full of my cock and fuckingsmirking.
I know she’s manipulating me… but I also know she’s fucking enjoying it. I can’t bear to make her stop.
My cock twitches against her tongue. I might as well scream that I’m on edge and about to explode.
Taking it like a challenge, Olivia sucks me deeper.
The pull to finish in her mouth is strong, but it’s not enough. I’m not ready to be finished. Before I can consider the consequences, I fist her hair and drag her off of me with a pop. Then I haul her into my lap.
Just like I thought it would, her skirt bunches up around her waist easily. It only takes one swipe of her silk panties to push them to the side. “You’re so wet,lisichka.”
She places her hands on my chest, back arched. The sight of her unravels me—hair falling in dark waves, lipstick smudged, pupils blown wide with desire. A flush spreads across her chest and her thighs tremble in anticipation.
“I was going to let you finish like that,” she whispers.
“Don’t want to waste it,” I lie instead of telling her the truth, which is that I’ve been thinking about being inside of her again since the second we finished last night.
I pull her onto me in a single, brutal stroke.
