The tablecloth folded against his lap lifts slightly and I can just make out the glare he gives me. One that promises retribution. Grinning up at him, I suck him back into my mouth and wanting to show him exactly who is in charge, I start a relentless pace.
“Blyad,” he murmurs.
The woman doesn’t seem to notice his sudden Russian; she is too busy talking about herself. He fists my hair in one hand but doesn’t take control. Barely able to swallow half of him, I add one hand to the base of his cock, stroking him in tandem with my mouth while the other hand grips and fondles his balls. His pelvis bucks harder into my mouth, causing me to gag, but I don’t relent as I continue for several more minutes.
“It’s time to end this,” he says, and the woman audibly pouts her disappointment, not realizing Matthias isn’t talking to her. Without warning, he grips my hair tighter, yanking me against him until his cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to tear up.
I suck harder, hollowing out my cheeks, allowing my teeth to slightly graze the underside of his cock. It isn’t much longer before warm liquid spurts down my throat, his hips jerking as he releases the last of his pleasure into my mouth.
Swallowing it all down, I drag my mouth off his softening cock and tuck him neatly back into his pants before straightening my dress and discreetly climbing out from under the table. There is no way to escape without her noticing, so I simply clear my throat to gather her attention.
“Where did you come from?” She stares up at me with thinly veiled distaste.
“Around.” I smirk and wink over at Matthias, who coughs a laugh before taking a long sip of his whiskey. The woman’s gaze darts between the two of us before she gives a disgusted snort and storms off.
“Well.” Matthias grabs my hand and drags me toward him. “That was entertaining.”
“Definitely not something tits-for-brains over there would do.”
Matthias hums, tilting his head a bit to look up at me. His hand snakes around my waist to grab my ass and pull me into him. Even sitting, he is still nearly as tall as me, and I am in heels. The distance between us is minimal. The other hand grabs my jaw, firm but gentle, and then he is devouring me.
“Ava,” he murmurs, pulling away, and the past fades with him.
thirteen
“You had the men move Abram’s widow and children?”
Vas nods as he prepares himself a cup of coffee at the hotel’s continental breakfast. One look at me and he hands me his cup and pours another. Damn. Do I look that bad?
Sleep has been negligible at best. Haunted by memories of the past. Doesn’t help it’s all one large porn dream that has me waking up hot and heavy with a growing need pulsing between my legs.
My hand isn’t the same as Matthias’s. That is for sure.
“Sully and his men cleared them out this morning,” he informs me. Taking a sip of his coffee, he continues. “Seems like Abram had a contingency plan in place in case things went to shit. She wasn’t even surprised when we showed up on her doorstep. Had some suitcases ready to go and everything.”
“Good,” I murmur, my eyes closing as the taste of pure heaven sears my tongue. It’s cheap, but that’s fine with me. I spent a year downing cheap coffee and booze. “Sully says we can’t touch Cartwright. Not yet anyway. What about O’Neill?”
Vas’s eyes twinkle with mirth. “Oh, I have just the plan for that.”
“Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like this?” I groan. Vas shrugs.
“Depends.” He shrugs, grabbing a plate and helping himself to a hearty plate of eggs, bacon, and grilled veggies. “How quick of a study are you?”
“Pretty good,” I tell him. “What are you having me learn?”
“How to be the CEO of a billion-dollar security company in less than–” he looks at his watch. “–six hours.”
“Great,” I mutter. “Cause that’s something I’ve done before.”
Vas grins at me as we sit down with my father at one of the tables situated in the back. “Did you tell her the plan?” he asks. I turn to him.
“You’re in on it too?” I pretend to be appalled.
“It’s not like it’s a real date.” My father shrugs casually. “It’s mostly just business.”
Pump the brakes.
“I’m sorry.” I stare at the two men incredulously. “Did you just say date?”