Page 30 of Delicious Prey

“What about my job?” she asks over her shoulder, pulling out one of the books to look at it. It’s in Russian, but she still flips through it. “This looks like a crazy complicated language.”

I smile and type in the password to unlock the laptop before handing it to her. “You already sent a very nice email to Chris, telling him that you were offered a job in another city and that you thought the change would be good for you. You apologized for not being able to give any more notice and thanked him for all he’s done for you over the last couple of years.”

“Well, that was awfully nice of me.”

“It was,” I say with a wink.

She holds up the computer. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and hand her a credit card. “You’re going shopping, sweetheart.”

She reads the name on the card. “Who’s Thomas Skylar?”

I raise my arms, gesturing to the house around us. “He’s the man who owns this house. One of my many aliases. Order whatever you want or need.”

“I need underwear,” she says. “Lots of it.”

“Go ahead, but just know I’m going to be ordering a few things for you as well.” I eye her tits and smile. “There’s a no-bra rule for you in the house, though.”

“There is?”

“Yes,” I say with a laugh. “Unless Vadim is here, then you can wear one.”

“How nice of you.”

“I thought so.”

She tries to hide her smile, but I see it. Walking over to the leather chair by the windows, she sits down, laughing when Peanut comes charging in and jumps on her lap.

“Mind if I get him a few things too?”

“Baby, you can get whatever you want. You don’t need to ask me. What’s mine is yours.”

She smiles and gets to work while I sit behind my desk and type in my password. First, I check the security footage, making sure everything looks okay. I see all four of my dogs, each of them sniffing around their sections of the property, and when I’m satisfied everything is as it should be, I switch to the monitor in front of me and pull up the file that Vadim sent me earlier. I slowly go through the information, reading up on what exactly has been going on between Ivan and Enzo. It doesn’t look good. I watch the footage Vadim filmed from the night they had their meeting, and seeing Ivan’s smug, smiling face is enough to irritate the fuck out of me. He’s clearly sold me out, and he’s going to pay for it with his life.

Movement from Lydia has me turning my focus to her, not that my focus is ever really off her. Even when I’m thinking about something else, she’s still very present in my mind. There’s never a moment when I’m not thinking about her. I watch as she sets the laptop down and stands up, raising her arms in a stretch that gives me a quick glimpse of her lower stomach before she puts her arms down. She gives Peanut a pet and then slowly starts to walk over to me. Her steps are cautious, like she’s afraid she doesn’t have the right to just come over and sit in my lap any damn time she wants to. I don’t like her hesitancy, but I’m curious to see what she does, so I don’t do anything. I keep scrolling through the file as she steps a bit closer. When she comes around the corner of my desk and stops, I wait for her to say something. She doesn’t speak.

I want to tell her that I just came down her throat so why in the hell would I have a problem with her sitting in my lap, but that reasoning isn’t accurate. I’ve been given lots of blowjobs over the years, and I never would’ve allowed a single one of those women into my lap for a cuddle. No fucking way. I’ve always had a strict no-touch policy. That is until I met Lydia. She’s changed everything.

“All finished, zaika?” I finally ask when I can’t take the silence anymore.

“Yeah.” She fiddles with a pen that’s sitting at the edge of my desk and looks at my monitors. If she’s trying to be subtle about being nosy, she’s failing miserably. Her blue eyes dart around, trying to take in all the information on each of the three monitors. I scoot my chair out a bit and pat my thigh, letting her know where I want her ass. She sucks in her bottom lip to try and hide the smile as she steps closer and sits in my lap.

I cup her cheek, pulling her face to mine while my other hand squeezes her hip. Her lips are still swollen from my cock, and god do I love that. “Don’t be shy around me, little bunny. If I was doing something I didn’t want you to see, then I wouldn’t have invited you into my office while I was doing it.”

My lips brush lightly along hers, just enough to cause my heart to race and a shiver to run down my spine. “You’re always allowed in my lap. And unless I tie you up,” I say with a wink, “you’re always allowed to touch me.”

“Okay,” she whispers, the heat of her breath hitting my lips and causing my body to start to wake up again.

Unable to resist when she’s this close, I capture her bottom lip between my teeth and give a soft bite before parting her lips with my tongue and delving inside for another taste. The kiss is slow and sweet and deep, and I have to force myself to break contact. I could spend the rest of my life kissing her and never grow tired of it. I rest my forehead against hers, tracing a line along her lower back with my thumb.

“I need to go out for a little bit tonight,” I tell her.

She immediately pulls back to look at me, searching my face for information, her brow scrunched in worry. I’ve never had anyone worry about me before, and instead of it being the annoyance I always feared it would be, I find it oddly comforting.

“Relax, little bunny. I just need to take a look around and see what’s going on.”

“Because of them?” she asks, pointing at the monitor with the photo of Ivan and Enzo shaking hands.

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