Page 143 of Lies He Told Me (Bratva Crime Syndicate 1)

“Urgent?” Gavril asks as I come in and he closes the door behind me. He goes to sit behind his desk, which is strewn with mounds of paper already.

I pause. “If you’re busy …”

He shakes his head, smiling. “I was just thinking about how lucky we are.”

“Because we’re Mr. and Mrs. Mayor?”

“No. Because we’re Mr. and Mrs. Vaknin. Because you’re mine.”

“Oh.”

And just like that, I’m wet.

He smiles at me. “That’s it?”

That’s my cue. “No. There’s also …” I undo my coat belt, letting the sides of it fall open. “This, too.”

I don’t have to wait long to get the reaction I was looking for when I initially picked out this absurdly revealing black lace lingerie set and concocted this crazy plan. Gavril’s jaw drops.

He swallows and grins. “I can see why it was urgent.” He approaches like a tiger stalking his prey.

I don’t move, although heat blooms between my thighs. “Really though, I can leave. If the mayor is busy.”

His hand skates along my rib cage. “He’s not. But he will be. Stay.” It stops on my black lace bra, squeezing.

“You like it, then.”

He means his other present last night.

I move his hand to my other lace-clad breast. “I like it.”

His lips slam to mine and our bodies twist together. His tongue swirls into my mouth, his hands rip up and down me, as if wanting to caress everything at once. One hand grabs my pussy, sensation explodes through me and—

“Wait.” Gavril tears himself away, then steps over to the door and locks it. “No interruptions.”

“Important mayor business,” I agree as he returns to me.

“The most important.” His hands slide around the shoulders of my coat, lift it, and let it drop to the floor. Then he strides over behind his desk again. “Now, come here.”

I look at him over my shoulder, enjoying how his gaze is glued to my ass. “Is that an order, Mr. Mayor?”

“It’s an order,” he echoes in a throaty rumble.

“I don’t know …” I take my sweet time striding over, sitting on the edge of his desk, even though arousal is pulsing through me. “Don’t you care about what I want?”

Next thing I know, his hands are locked around my waist, and he’s growling in my neck, “I already know what you want.”

He yanks me onto his lap. “There. That’s better.”

I can feel his erection through his pants.

His lips return to mine as his hands explore me. He pulls away, smirking as his eyes drink me in. “This suits you.”

As his hands caress my breasts, over and then under the cups, I smirk, too. “So, I should keep it on, then?”

“Not a chance.” His hands slip under the bra, then around, undoing it at the back.

Seeing my breasts freed from the lingerie, Gavril’s lips part. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”

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