Page 75 of Alexei (Belles & Mobsters 4)

He didn’t seem worried about my accusation. It wasn’t the first time I called him out on it.

“Take your shower.”

He left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. I had to get my head on straight and stop losing it over him. I started the shower, waiting for the water to warm before I stepped in and washed away the events of the day. I hoped it would clear my mind too.

Twenty minutes later, I strode out of the bathroom to find Alexei seated on the lounge chair reading a book. He had discarded the suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves, his inked forearms on display. My eyes flicked to the book title he held.Voyeurism. My eyebrows rose.

“Interesting reading material,” I commented. Our eyes connected and he shrugged his shoulders.

Placing the book on the little coffee table, he stood up and I watched his broad back disappear into the bathroom. It didn’t take long to hear the shower come on. For a few moments, I stood in my spot unsure whether I should just slide between the sheets or sit down to wait for Alexei to be done with his shower. And all the while I was painfully aware of being watched.

I opted for the bed. Fatigue was heavy in my bones, and I needed to get some rest so I could keep my wits about me. Especially with the creeper Igor. I slid between the sheets and laid in bed, listening to the constant run of the water in the shower. I was tired, yet unable to sleep. Images of Alexei in the shower played in my mind. The way water would trickle down his body, or the way he’d slide his hands over his skin to wash himself.

It was wrong to picture it. Yet, I couldn’t stop it. Any more than I could stop rain from falling. Or the sun from shining. Thisthing, whatever it was, would end in catastrophe. I was an FBI agent. He was a criminal. I wondered what my boss would say if he knew how tonight's event unfolded. Though McGovan hadn’t seemed worried about the methods or plans to find the predator. He just wanted the case resolved - by any means necessary.

The shower shut off and the bathroom got quiet. I held my breath as I listened for any movement in the bathroom, yet I didn’t hear any. But then I had a feeling Alexei moved like a jaguar, silent and deadly.

I swung the sheets off, got to my feet, and headed to the bathroom door. I knocked softly and held my breath. Nothing. My heart thundered as I tried the handle. The door was unlocked. I pushed it open and poked my head in just in time to see Alexei pull on a pair of gray sweatpants. He already had a shirt on, his blond hair damp.

He turned around and my eyes traveled over his body. I had never understood women getting excited over men wearing sweatpants. Until now. Alexei Nikolaev was sin incarnate in sweats. Suddenly, I never cared to see him in cargo pants or a suit. While he wore those well, it didn’t compare tothis.

I swallowed hard, hoping I wasn’t drooling.

“You alright?” His question startled me, snapping me back to reality.

Clearing my throat, I answered. “Umm, yes. It’s just cre-” I stopped myself, unsure whether there was audio as well as camera recording us. “It was lonely in there,” I finally said. He nodded in understanding. “Can I come in?” I asked him.

Without waiting for his answer, I took two steps towards him, leaving the door cracked open. I wished I could say I didn’t know what I was doing, but I did.

Keeping my voice low and my back to the bathroom door, I whispered, “If we have to doit, can we do it here?”

I could lie to myself and say it was all for this assignment, but the truth was I wanted more of him. Maybe it was degrading, a lack of self-respect. But nobody had ever rattled me like this stoic man. No man had ever thrown me off-balance like this one. Or made me respond in so many conflicting ways.

It was confusing and intriguing. Hot and reckless. Exciting.

He raised a brow, as if my suggestion surprised him. We stared at each other, as I held my breath for his response. Fires burned in the pit of my stomach, lust slithered through my veins. It was wrong. I knew it was, yet it was pointless to fight it.

He took my chin, his grip firm, and brought my face closer to his. Our lips were inches apart and his words from the club came back.No kissing.

“He’ll hear, but he won’t see,” he commented, his voice low and raspy. I nodded my understanding and something flicked across his expression. Hot, feral, and dark. It was gone so fast but adrenaline rushed through my veins.

“Yes.” Jesus, what was happening to me? I had never been so turned on in my entire life.

“Brace yourself on the counter.” My body obeyed without a second thought. “Bend over.” I did. I watched in fascination in the mirror as his arctic gaze lingered on my ass. Then his hands came to my hips and hooked into my shorts. Slowly, too fucking slowly, he pulled them down my legs, his mouth brushing over my ass, then my inner thighs. It felt like he tattooed every spot he kissed, leaving a permanent mark on my skin.

My shorts and panties gone, thrown onto the counter; I panted with need and we hadn’t even gotten started.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice thick with gravel. The entire bathroom was surrounded by mirrors and I watched in fascination his reflection.

His fingers trailed a path from my ankles back up all the way to my pussy. His head leaned closer to my body, right in line with my ass. His broad shoulders hindered my view, but it only made it more exciting. My pussy clenched in the anticipation of his mouth on me. He spread my thighs wider, his breath fanning my naked skin, and goosebumps spread over my flesh. The moment his fingers brushed over my soaked folds, a loud moan vibrated against the tiles.

Shudders ran down my spine, and I arched my ass, eager for his mouth. Unrecognizable, Russian words came out of him and set my insides on fire. He swept his tongue against my folds and guttural noises vibrated against my pussy.

Every fiber of my being shook with the impending release. Jesus, he just licked me and I was ready to orgasm.

“P-please,” I gasped, pushing back against his mouth, shamelessly grinding against him. He made a starving noise, like he was enjoying this as much as I was. His tongue brushed against my clit, his licks rough and demanding, and an impending orgasm tingled at the base of my spine.

I wasn’t inexperienced, but with this man, I might as well be, because everything with him felt so new. So deliciously dirty. And the fact that someone was getting a glimpse of this and hearing us only amplified the entire experience.

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