Page 25 of Brooklyn Bratva

“The only woman I want, is right here.”

I froze on the spot at the sound of his voice.

This couldn’t all be in my head when he couldn’t take his eyes off me and he’d been so weird this morning – possessive and domineering. Maybe it was a case of being careful what you wished for, because now that I had his attention, I didn’t have the slightest idea what to do with it. I felt like I was juggling flames and I was scared of getting burnt.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

Ivan stepped closer, walking me back against the wall, and I gladly let him push against me. My breathing hitched faster as he leaned in. His eyes were locked onto my lips and I felt like a cornered animal, but I was so glad he wasn’t going to let me dart away this time.

His mouth was hot and forceful against mine, and I groaned, arching up against him as his tongue pushed between my lips. A shiver raced through me – hot and cold all at once, sending thrills of too much sensation all throughout me as his tongue grazed against mine.

He drew my lower lip between his, sucking slowly, but hard enough to make the flesh tingle, and my hips buck involuntarily towards his, seeking the heat of his body and the hardness of his cock.

Every nerve ending was alight and my eyes nearly rolled back into my head when he thrust his tongue deeper, then drew it back, fucking my mouth with his tongue like I knew he was going to fuck every other part of me.

I was a quivering wreck by the time he pulled back and I could have slid down the wall and melted into a puddle. I could barely see straight and I didn’t trust that I could actually stand up. The only thing I knew was that he had to do that again.

Before I could draw breath, he leaned in, his lips connecting with mine all over again in a possessive kiss that took all the strength out of my knees. Only his hand, cradling my jaw, kept me upright, as my body curled against the angle of his solid frame letting him pull me up towards him, and bow me back. I was as malleable as he wanted me to be, flexing against him, but I craved the friction of his hips grinding hard against mine, and the unmistakable steely bulge of his cock pressing into me made me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

Someone let out a whistle and I gasped as Ivan pulled back, desperate to cling to him, but knowing I was at work. That there was nowhere to drag him, and I had to get myself back under control.

Blood was pounding in my ears, and I could barely think straight. My jaw hung open.

“What was that?”

I wanted to drag him in with me so badly, but he was too big and too strong for me to bodily shift. He could pull me about like a ragdoll if he chose to, but he didn’t. He touched me with the utmost care, and I felt so ungrateful that I didn’t want that. I wanted to feel his passion for me coming through in his raw strength and knowing that he didn’t feel like he had to hold back.

“Most people call it a kiss.” His lips twitched into a smile, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “I’ll see you later, Becca. Have a good first day.”

I nodded dumbly, glancing behind me as he steered me through the door and into the reception. I stood there in the middle of the entryway for a solid thirty seconds before I trusted myself to be able to walk forwards.

“Um. Hello. I’m Becca Michaels. I’m due to start today.”

“Well hello Becca. Induction’s in ten minutes. Bathroom’s that way. And you can bring Mr Sizzling Hot around any time you please.”

I couldn’t stop the ridiculously wide smile taking over my face, and I laughed, knowing from the heat in my cheeks that I had to be blushing an entirely new shade of red. I had to cover my mouth with my hand so it didn’t look like I was laughing. I felt jubilant. Ivan had kissed me.

“I’m sorry. I know that was really unprofessional. It won’t happen again.”

“Honey, don’t apologize. My next four hours are going to be full of bunion removals and cholesterol blood tests. I live with my thirty-five year old son and three cats. That was the highlight of my week.”

A kiss was something, but I needed more than that. More of him.

I’d have pulled my panties down and let him take me right there against the reception desk. But of course he hadn’t done that, even though I was wet for him, and practically begging.

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