Page 15 of Echoes of Sin

“Let go, Brooke. Come all over my cock,” he urged, and that was what I needed to let go and succumb to the endless waves of pleasure. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

My body shook and jerked and I clung to Ilya’s shoulders like he was someone I could trust even though the only thing I could trust him with was my pleasure. My temporary pleasure.

“So fucking good,” he whispered as his cock jerked and he exploded inside me. His hips ground against me, pressing him even deeper and pulling aftershocks that made my body tremble from head to toe. “So. Good.”

I had only started to come down from the orgasmic high, when a knock sounded at Ilya’s office door.

I froze and pushed him away, tugging my skirt down to cover myself as a voice called through the door, “We have a problem, Ilya.”

With a dissatisfied grunt, Ilya scrubbed a hand over his face. “I will be out to deal with it shortly.” He waited until the footsteps receded, and tucked his cock into his pants, straightening his clothes until he looked as if nothing had happened.

Because in his mind, clearly nothing had happened.

He looked back at me with a smirk. “Thank you for the report.” He bent down and picked up my panties, I held my hand out for them, but instead he grinned and stuffed them in his pocket. Then turned on his heels leaving me alone in his office.

I hated Ilya Kuznetsov. I hated him as much as I once thought I loved him.

I gave myself a minute—okay, three minutes—to cry for letting him treat me like garbage once again and then I got angry.

Once I’d pulled myself together, I wiped away all traces of him in the nearby bathroom and then fled from the nightclub. I continued to berate myself on the way back to the office for giving in to him, and to my own baser needs.

It won’t happen again, I promised myself. No matter how good it was or how magnetic the pull between us, it couldn’t happen again. Ilya wasn’t the man for me, which meant he wasn’t worth the risk to my heart.

He was my past. Ancient history. And it was best for my peace of mind and my daughter’s that he remained just that. Any thought of telling him about her had gone, he could treat me like garbage, but I was not having him upsetting my daughter and breaking her heart when he eventually lost interest in her.

Chapter Nine

Ilya

I was distracted when I could not afford to be distracted and it was all Brooke’s fault. Opening weekend for Club Envy had not only gone off without a hitch, but we sold more booze than we anticipated and all the who’s who of the city showed up to party with the famous and the infamous. It couldn’t have gone better, especially the underground gaming room where everyone wanted to lose their cash. I should have celebrated after a successful weekend like that. There were plenty of gorgeous women and I could have taken my pick.

But none of them aroused my interest—or any other part of me.

Because of Brooke.

I could not get the scent of her out of my mind, couldn’t get the taste of her off my tongue. I had her black lace panties as a trophy and each time I thought back to that quick fuck in my office, my cock stirred to life and wanted more.

On Saturday, I woke up hard and it was her name that spilled from my lips after a quick shower jerk off. It was her face I saw the moment I stepped inside my office to go over the gaming cash with Dmitri, flashes of her spread out on my desk. And again, when I went to scrub the video footage inside my office from the server, it was Brooke on my mind, but for an entirely different reason. I thought I would get to relive that unexpected but wholly enjoyable quickie with the girl I’d been fascinated with when I was younger. Instead, what I saw shocked me. It was Brooke, crying in my office after I left.

What I couldn’t figure out, was why? What did she want from me? I understood enough to know that she’d been upset with my behavior back in college, but what had she expected? It’s not as if we could have had a relationship, given we were thousands of miles apart. So many years had passed that it seemed strange she still held onto her anger.

As for what happened in my office, she clearly wanted me as much as I had wanted her, so she couldn’t have been upset about the sex. Sometimes I had to resign myself to the fact that women were a mystery. Since the incident in my office, she replied to every one of my calls with a polite email or text message. It was clear that she was trying to avoid talking to me, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I had done wrong.

And that explained why I was at my Winter Valley home helping the movers unload boxes from the truck instead of in the city working. The movers were more than capable, but I needed to burn off some of the tension that made it impossible to focus on anything but the green-eyed woman who confused the fuck out of me.

“You are making the movers nervous,” Dmitri said, breaking into my thoughts.

I frowned. “Why? I’m helping.”

Dmitri sighed. “If you need to work something out, there will soon be a gym in the basement.”

I rolled my eyes. “What are you, my shrink now?”

Dmitri smiled, but it was grim. “Do you need me to be?”

“No. I’m fine. In fact, I think I’ll go get lunch for everyone.”

“You don’t want to wait for the interior designer first?”

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