Page 51 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“In my defense, you did undress in front of me, so it’s kind of your fault.”

She laughs and kisses me gently. “You followed me into the changing room.”

I give a shrug. “Details, minor details.”

Carefully sliding out of her, even though I hate the loss of contact, I lower her down and gently straighten her panties again, sighing at the red marks I’ve left on her from where the fabric was pressed tightly against her skin. Fucking hell, there’s something about seeing her skin turn red that drives me crazy.

I shake my head to clear it while we both clean up as best we can. When we leave the dressing room, Charlie looks like a woman who just got railed good and hard, but I can tell by the look she’s giving me that she thinks she’s looking cool as a cucumber and totally hiding everything. I laugh and give her a wink.

The woman is waiting for us at the counter, and I can tell when she eyes Charlie that she knows exactly what we’ve been up to but that her commission is way too big for her to say anything about it. I pay for the dress and add in a sizeable tip to more than make up for our public sex in her store. Grabbing the bag, I lead my flushed fiancée to the car and help her in before I finally burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” she asks when I get in. “I think we totally pulled that off.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m having serious doubts about letting you go through with this fundraiser thing.”

“What are you talking about? I nailed that!”

“No,zaichik. I nailed you, and she sure as fuck knew it,” I say with a laugh.

“How could she possibly know what we did? I was quiet, or at least quiet enough.”

“Sweetheart, your face is flushed, the back of your hair is a mess, and you’ve got some serious post-orgasm glow going on.”

She pulls the vanity mirror down and lets out a gasp when she sees how tousled her hair is. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I laugh even harder. “You looked so damn cute strutting out of that dressing room, thinking you were hiding what we’d just done. I couldn’t bring myself to burst your bubble.”

She groans and covers her face with her hands. “You’re sure that she knew?”

“Oh yeah,” I say, still laughing. “That’s why I gave her such a big tip.”

“God that’s embarrassing,”

“It was worth it, though, wasn’t it?”

She pulls her hands down and gives me a big smile. “It was definitely worth it, Misha. Next time, let me know about my hair, though.”

“Deal,” I tell her, starting the car and driving us back home.

When we get back, I go over the blueprints for the mayor’s house with her again, making her recite where every exit is and then quizzing her on which exit she should take if she feels like she’s in danger in various locations in the house until I’m sure she has it memorized to my liking.

“God, you would have been one hell of a sexy professor, Misha, but I would have hated taking your class.”

“I would’ve let you do extra credit to boost your grade,” I say, giving her ass a smack. “On your knees, of course,” I add with a wink.

She laughs and follows me downstairs. Yuri will be here any minute for supper. Tomorrow is the fundraiser, and I’m not leaving any damn stone unturned. Valentina made us steaks since I told her Charlie loved them, and she’s also roasted some vegetables and made some sort of cheesy potato thing that smells delicious. When I’d told her about our engagement, she’d cried and pulled us both into a big hug, already telling me in fast Russian that she’s going to start planning the wedding menu. Charlie and I haven’t actually talked about what kind of wedding we’re having, but I wasn’t about to spoil Valentina’s happiness. We’ll get it all figured out later. My fiancée can have any kind of wedding she wants, and Valentina can cook for the guests if she wants.

The doorbell rings a few minutes later, and I go to let Yuri in while Charlie grabs some plates for us. Yuri knows I’m not crazy about this plan, and that I’m really not crazy about the idea of him escorting my fiancée around for the night, but he’s one hell of a trained soldier, and I know he’ll give his life to keep her safe.

“Come on,” I tell him when I open the door. “Let’s go over all this again.”

He doesn’t bother complaining, even though we’ve all gone over everything a million times at his point. We eat at the dining room table so we can spread the floorplan out and talk about everything.

“Artyom talked with one of the guys on security duty for tomorrow’s event, and he said there won’t be any metal detectors. The mayor is either extremely confident or extremely stupid.”

“I vote both,” I say, taking another drink of the wine that Charlie opened for us. Turning to Yuri, I say, “I have a fake ID for you. You’re John Stone, and you live downtown. The two of you have been a couple for about a year.”

“What do I do for a living.”

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