Page 43 of Delicious Prey

“What if I come with you and just wait in the car?” I ask, knowing it’s a long shot, but trying all the same.

He taps the tip of my nose. “No.”

When I go to say something else, he cups the back of my head and cuts my words off with a kiss. I can’t argue with him when he’s running his tongue along mine and making my brain freeze at the burst of lust that consumes me, and he knows it. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer, but instead of bending down even more, he picks me up and brings me to his level. I lock my legs around his waist and tighten one arm around him, bringing my other hand to rest against his cheek. His hand squeezes my ass when I give his tongue a suck, and I’m more than ready for him to just bend me over the couch when he pulls back with a groan.

“Goddamn, you make it hard to leave, baby.”

He laughs when I say, “You give the best goodbye kisses, Kirill. You sure you don’t want to just stay?”

“I would if I could, but I promise I won’t be long. Keep your phone close and call me if you need me.” He gives me one more kiss, pulling back way quicker than I’d like, and then smiling at the frustrated look I give him. “Please stay inside, baby.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Good girl.” He gives my ass a playful smack before setting me back down. Before walking away, he cups my face and gives me the sweetest smile. “I love you, little bunny.”

My heart speeds up at his words, and I’m smiling like an idiot when I say, “I love you too.”

He’s still grinning when he gives me one last kiss and then turns to leave. I watch him walk away, and a few seconds later, Peanut comes barreling back through the doggy door, no doubt sent to watch over me by Kirill. I scoop him up and bring him over to the couch with me. Flipping through the channels, I pet him and try not to worry. It’s still not safe for Kirill to leave the house, and I can’t help but fear that maybe this is some sort of trap, but I know he isn’t stupid. He won’t do anything to get himself caught.

Keeping my phone next to me, I try to watch a movie, but my mind keeps wandering. When I get so antsy that I can’t sit still, I get up and start to pace. Peanut follows me, but eventually grows bored and goes to lay down on his dog bed. Since the house is empty, I decide to take the opportunity to do a little exploring. As I head down the hall, I shove my phone in my back pocket and remind myself that I’m not snooping, just exploring. There is a difference, damn it.

The first room I walk into is one of the downstairs spare rooms. I look in the closet and dresser, pleased to find them both empty. I didn’t expect to find anything, but there was still an irrational fear in the back of my mind that maybe I’d find another woman’s clothes or some evidence that he’d brought women here. The room and connecting bathroom are completely empty, though. I give the other spare rooms a quick sweep before standing in the doorway to his office. I’m not about to touch his computer setup. One look at all that expensive equipment has me giving it a wide berth. I know myself and my complete lack of computer know-how. My guess is I’d do something to fuck up the entire system in just a few minutes of fiddling around on it. God, that would be an embarrassing conversation to have when he gets home.

Instead, I walk to the wall of bookshelves and start to snoop the old-fashioned way. Running my fingers along the spines, I examine the books, mainly in Russian, and then pick up a knickknack. It’s a small statue of St. Basil’s Cathedral, and judging by how damn sturdy it is, I’m guessing it’s a paperweight. The sound of my phone chirping in my pocket nearly gives me a heart attack. I let out a soft gasp and set the cathedral back on the shelf before grabbing my phone and looking at the screen. I read the text from Kirill and groan.

Find anything interesting, little bunny?

I jerk my head up, looking around his office, but I don’t see any obvious cameras. I shouldn’t be surprised with the amount of security he has surrounding this place. I give a wave, turning around so he can see me from whatever direction he’s spying on me from. When another text comes in, I read it and laugh.

Above the window.

I look, but I still don’t see the damn camera. I still look in that direction though, and give him a big smile and wave. “Can you hear me?” I ask, wondering if he’s got audio hooked up too.

Yes.

“I wasn’t going to snoop on your computer,” I clarify.

You wouldn’t be able to even if you tried, sweetheart. ;)

Well, that hurts my pride a little bit, but I can’t argue with his logic. He sends me the laughing emoji when he sees me roll my eyes at him.

“Where are you? Are you almost done?”

Yeah, I’m about to head back now. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.

I slowly walk back to the center of the room, standing in front of his desk and looking up at where I know the camera is hidden. An idea hits me, and he must see something in my eyes because his next text immediately comes in.

What are you up to, zaika?

I don’t say anything, just smile and slowly pull my shirt off, letting it drop to his office floor.

Fuck, baby, what are you doing?

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I ask the empty room. This time when his text comes in I can’t read it right away because I’m too busy stepping out of my pants. I’m wearing a red, lacy pair of panties today, and when I turn around and slowly peel them off, I make sure to drag it out so I’m bent over for several seconds while my phone chirps with all the incoming messages I’m getting. Picking my phone up, I laugh at the string of messages.

Goddamn, little bunny, you better not fucking get undressed without me there.

Oh, sweetheart, you’re in so much trouble.

---