Page 65 of Filthy Little Fix
Nyx stares at me, his lips swollen and red with a mixture of desire and adoration that makes me want to ignore this fucking call.
I pull away from him and straighten up, walking away from the chair. I try to recompose my posture as a boss, as an older brother, as anything other than the man who was about to completely lose himself.
Work. The encryption. The fucking tablet. My sister, who already looked at me like I was an uncontrolled monster. Everything is a fog with him looking at me like that.
I answer, hoarse. "Svetlana."
All she says is, "Update."
I see him out of the corner of my eye. Nyx gets up from the chair, bites his lower lip, and starts walking slowly towards me.
"He's working on it," I say, following Nyx's every move. "Your paranoia isn't going to speed up quantum encryption."
He stops in front of me. He raises his hand and, with torturous slowness, touches my chest, sliding his fingers over the fabric of my shirt.
"I need a timeline. Sal is having a breakdown."
I hear the department voices in the background of the call. My mind doesn't compute that when Nyx leans forward and anchors himself to me, sliding his hand to my waist, pressing open-mouthed kisses on my neck.
My free hand, of its own accord, holds his hip. I pull the phone's microphone away. "How long?" I whisper to him.
He kisses the corner of my lips and murmurs against my skin, "Give me an hour."
I turn back to the phone. "He said one hour."
Svetlana's silence is long. Suspicious. I know what she's thinking. She knows I took too long to answer. She knows my voice is different.
"Blyat," I hear her curse in Russian.
And Nyx doesn't give a fuck. His hands move over me as if there aren't other things to think about. As if the rest of the world can burn around him as long as he can touch me.
Fuck. I can't. I can't think with him like this.
"Don't get too close to this," Svetlana says. "If something goes wrong, you're the one who will have to put the bullet between his eyes. So don't get too close to him. Understand?"
And that, at least, gets me to think clearly.
"You don't need to remind me how to do my fucking job."
I don't wait for her answer. I hang up. And then I stare at the fucking mess in front of me.
He's fucking killing me.
I grab him by the neck. He doesn't resist when I pull him back.
"One hour," I say. I didn't notice I was out of breath. "And then, you eat. And sleep."
"Eight hours?" he asks with a lewd smile, the fucking asshole. "Will youwatch?"
"You'llreallysleep, you fucking nymph." I push him towards the desk. "Go to work."
I move towards the door and slam it as hard as possible behind me, ignoring his eyes following me to the threshold.
SEVENTEEN
LEO
My body is too hot.
