“What are you doing?”
“You know,” he says, turning it over in his hand, “I thought you might say that.” He pauses. “So I want you to know I gave your position very serious consideration.” He pauses, his lips pursing as he gives a subtle shake of his head.
“And then I remembered that I have access to every security camera in this city.” He looks up at me. “There may or may not be footage.”
“You’re lying.”
“There might not be audio,” he continues, unbothered. “But I can show you exactly what happened in 4k baby.” He rolls casually to the other side of the bed then rolls back. “I may have already sent the relevant clips to my phone. Just to commemorate the occasion.”
I hold out my hand. “Give me the phone.”
“No.”
“Alexei. Give me the damn phone.”
“You can see perfectly well from there.” He tilts the screen slightly in my direction, just enough to be infuriating, then pulls it back.
“That cannot be me.” I take a step toward the bed. “Give me the phone right now.”
“Come and get it.”
He holds it up just out of reach, the smile on his face the single most aggravating thing I have ever seen in my life. I lunge across the bed to grab it and in my haste I end up straddling him, one hand grabbing for the phone and the other braced against his chest for balance.
There is a beat of silence before I realize three things.
One, I am completely naked.
Two, I’m straddling him, his thick cock trapped between my soaked pussy and his stomach while his hands grip my hips. And three, my tits are basically smothering his face.
Not a trace of guilt crosses his face as his teeth find my nipple. My spine arches as his hands grab my hips, mapping each curve with a squeeze. I squeak like cornered prey. His palms slide up my thighs and grip hard, fingers possessive on my skin, wandering dangerously close to the arousal building between them.
“Alexei!” I smack the top of his head.
But he doesn’t stop there.
I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back hard.
He releases my nipple with a loud, obscene pop, the sound erotic, and looks up at me from between my breasts with watering eyes and a shit-eating grin. A deep red mark blooms on my skin where his mouth has been.
“You climbed on top of me,” he says, his voice thick with lust, as he dangles the phone in front of me.
“I’m just being a gracious host.”
“I was reaching for the phone!”
“Sure.” His free hand remains on my hip with his thumb pressing into soft flesh, unbothered by the fistful of his hair I’m still gripping. “And my mouth just happened to be in the way. Terrible tragedy.” He lets his eyes travel down slowly, taking in every inch of me sitting on top of him, his gaze dragging over my chest, and smiles. “For a woman with excellent self-control, you’re leaving quite a mess on my thighs.”
I snatch the phone from his hand. And then, because I believe deeply in equal suffering, I bite his nipple hard. What a perv. “That,” he says, looking down at his chest, “was unprovoked, I may need to tattoo this later.”
“Remind me to put a muzzle on you later.”
I climb off him, sit on the edge of the bed, and unlock the phone.
The first clip loads and my first thought is — who the hell agreed to let me wear this dress? Who thought that was a good idea? The camera follows me walking down the street and behind me there is a shadow following. I turn around and there in the clip is Alexei, looking completely unapologetic. We argue for a bit and then he tries to steer me back outside to get in the car, but I refused. Instead I start walking toward the woods.
That is where my eyes go wide.
It was as if the footage fast forwarded and my brain short circuited. Why the hell was I shoving his hand down my pants? And okay — maybe he was reluctant at first, but he took the bait. I blush and then I shift my eyes to Alexei’s expression, that handsome smirk sitting right on his face. He was enjoying this.