skin, but the hazy, almost reverent look in his eyes as he ran a thumb across my nipple charged me with newfound confidence. He leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I groaned, dropped my head back, and ran a hand into his hair, fisting it with each pull. The wet heat of his mouth tugged between my legs as he moved to the other, and flames curled low in my stomach. My breasts weren’t more than a handful, but he didn’t seem to mind with the attention he gave them. He pressed the soft flesh together so he could bite, lick, and suck from one to the other. I was flushed with a wave so hot, so unstable, I didn’t know if I should push him away or beg him to never stop. A quick wick burned from the warmth of his mouth to the damp material between my legs that grew wetter and more sensitive each second. “More,” I begged. He released a nipple with a graze of teeth and dragged his mouth up my neck. “What do you want?” Anything. Everything. I merely grinded against his erection with a desperate noise. And then his hand was where I needed it, palming my pussy through the fabric and running a thumb across my clit. “This?” My skin caught fire, burning everywhere, from my ears to the tips of my toes. His thumb slipped under the strap of my thong, tugging it down a little. “Snimi eto dlya menya.” I didn’t know what he said or if he even meant to say it in Russian, but then he pressed his lips to my ear to translate the command. “Take it off for me.” A tremble started in my hands as I pushed my thong down my thighs, adjusting on his lap to slip it all the way off. He released a breath, gaze black as he took in the most private part of me. Desire inflated in my throat when he ran his hands down my thighs, dragging my socks with them. “The sight of your legs that morning in my office made me hard.” God, that was hot. I’d had no idea he was sitting behind his desk with a hard-on. He found me attractive from the beginning, and I relished in the knowledge.