Page 26 of His Smile
Still standing outside his door with a death grip on thewhite paper bag to their lunch, Rahina turned at the movement out of the cornerof her eye. Peeking his head out of his office, Dimitri frowned at her beforesaying something she couldn’t hear into the phone he was still holding beforepressing it into his chest.
Waving her forward, he urged her to go in. “He isn’t busy,go in.”
Giving him a suspicious half smile at his odd eagerness tosee her go in, she nodded and turned back to the door, knocking once beforepushing in on the handle.
As usual, the spacious office was bathed in sunlight fromthe large windows behind the desk. Sitting in the middle of the light like agiant, forcing the sun to break past his large frame and go around, Roman satleaned back in his chair on the phone. Pulling his gaze from the bright windowand towards the intruding presence, his gunmetal eyes swept over her giant bunand workout clothes without expression. Sitting up straighter at his desk, heleaned one elbow onto the glass surface and continued his conversation.
A sudden flash of insecurity slashed at her confidence, andRahina stopped halfway to his desk in front of the two facing couches. Turningher back towards him, she sat down the sack lunch on the coffee table and lether backpack slide limply down her arms. Maybe she should just drop the lunchoff and say she has to go back to practice, she thought. No, squashing thethought of panicked retreat, she didn’t want to run. She was probably justoverreacting and judging his facial expression too much. She couldn’treasonably expect him to look as excited as she felt to see him. Still with herback somewhat turned towards him, Rahina lowered herself to the couch as sheabsently listened to his deep responses into the phone. Russian always soundedso angry and terse whenever she heard it.
Reaching for her bag, Rahina jumped at the unexpectedfeeling of fingers smoothing over the back of her neck. Turning, she looked tosee that she was practically face-to-crotch with the front of Roman’s dark grayslacks. The fingers at her neck gently glided along the line of her jaw,tilting her head upwards. Still on the phone, Roman listened absently to thetalking voice on the other end as he stared intently down at her. Signaling herto stand, he replied to the person on the phone with a flurry of rollingletters and severe enunciations. Rahina felt the instantaneous relief wash awaythe brief attack of insecurity as his large hand settled possessively aroundher waist. Pulling her forward, she happily pressed herself into the strengthof his body and naturally tilted her head back at the heavy look in his eyes.Dipping his head to her lips, she could hear the faint sound of the otherperson talking on the phone as Roman’s lips met hers. His mouth teased at hers,not giving her the pressure, she wanted until she opened her mouth obedientlyto his. Slowly, his tongue stroked at her lips, delving past them as he pulled hertighter against him with his free arm. Releasing her just for a moment heresponded roughly into the phone before covering her mouth once again. Rahinacould not stop the little sound of pleasure that escaped her throat, but thesound did not seem to bother Roman one bit, the opposite actually. She couldfeel his grip around her tighten until she was nearly lifted from the ground.His mouth worked over hers expertly taking, exploring, nipping, and teasing ather now swollen lips. Leaning back, Roman stared at her now warm, languid eyeswith unveiled male satisfaction. Briefly, his eyes flashed in annoyance as helooked away, and spoke briefly and finally into the phone before tapping thescreen and tossing the phone onto the opposite couch.
“I wanted to see you, and bring you lunch,” she pointedlamely at the wrinkled sack sitting on the table. Her mind felt like puddingfrom the effects of his kiss.
Now with both hands at his disposal, he slid them down herwaist, smoothing over the curve of her ass in her leotard.
“Good,” he rumbled against her exposed neck peeking out ofher boat collared t-shirt, sending thrilling little waves through her body. “Iwas having thoughts of eating all morning.”
“Oh, well I brought turkey sandwich and chips,” she reachedfor the paper bag, scooping it up. “I had them make your sandwich bigger…what?”she paused at the amused look he gave her.
Not saying anything, he continued to smirk at the joke hewas unwilling to share. Pulling her back around to his desk and lifted her tosit in the middle as he took his seat in his office chair.
“I wasn’t referring to eating the lunch you brought me.”
Her breath caught in her chest as she clutched the edge ofthe desk. “Oh,” she breathed, feeling a little light under his steady gaze.“You can’t, though, you said that we would start tomorrow night,” she arguedweakly.
Bending down, he ran his teeth along the slick material ofher leotard on her thigh. “It would just be a taste.”
“I just came from practice,” she threw out the excusequickly.
He gave her a suspicious look as his hands ran slowly up anddown her thighs. “You smell like soap.”
“I took a shower,” she admitted, feeling the encroachingdefeat as he parted her thighs.
Roman made a sound of approval deep in his throat as hishands slid to her waistband.
No, no, she couldn’t let this happen. No here, not likethis. She had dreamt of this moment, and while making love on the desk hadcertainly been one of her daydreams, she did not want the first time sheexperienced this to be in his office!
Capturing his face with both hands, she gave him adetermined look. “Please,” she began. “I have seen this online, and I know itwill be very very good with you, and I want to do this properly, like on a bedand in a room, so I don’t have to worry about anyone hearing us.”
The teasing glint that had glimmered from his eyes vanished.Pulling away from her hands, Roman sat back in his chair with a hard-edgedlook.
“Rahina,” his voice was even and carefully controlled. “Tellme that you are not a virgin.”
“Why?” her lungs tightened in her chest, and she sat upstraighter on the desk, defensive. “Would it matter if I am? Would this beanother reason for you to throw me out again?”
“No, dammit, I just—,” he began to explain through grittedteeth all the while staring at her in confusion as if she had suddenly turnedpurple. “Fuck, Rahina I refuse to believe you dated that basketball player fornearly a year and did not have sex,” grabbing her knee he wrapped his handaround her as if to prevent her from even thinking of leaving. “Tell me now.”
“I’m not a virgin,” she admitted, though his sigh of reliefonly incensed her further. “Would you not have wanted me if I was?”
“No, but it is something I would want to know beforehand,”standing up, he nudged her legs further apart and slid her forward on the deskuntil her bottom was nearly at the edge. His face was still set in the sternlines of his brief angered shock, but she could see the softening of his eyes.Standing in between her legs, he pulled her close until her chest pressedagainst his front, and her back arched slightly. “It is an important detail tohave since I have every intention of spending the next few nights filling youwith my cum and listening to your screams echo off my walls.”
The human body was amazing, she realized somewhere deep inher mind, immediately her mouth went dry at his scorching sinful words whileher core pulsed with a dampening heat between her legs. Dumbly she nodded,unable to find any words to respond to that statement.
“Why did you say you had seen it online? Do not tell me…” Helet the sentence hang as the shock of his realization settled over him, and aslow smirk spread across his lips.
Embarrassed, she squirmed to get past him and off the desk,but Roman refused to move, forcing her to stay seated on his desk.
“Tell me,” he urged with a grin.
