Page 21 of Bratva's Vow
“Sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t want to interrupt if you were busy. I just… didn’t want to knock if you were in the middle of something.”
Maxim spoke curtly into the phone, then dropped it ontohis desk and sighed. His whole body sagged into the leather chair behind him like the call had wrung him out.
“Just a business call,” he said, calmer now. “What’s up? You enjoying the time with Jess?”
“Yes, Jess is a hoot as usual.” I approached him slowly. “You sounded upset. You’ve seemed awfully stressed lately. Is it…me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. How can you ever cause me to be stressed? Hmm?” He took my hand and tugged me down onto his lap. “You’re the one who makes everything better.”
I wrapped my arms loosely behind his head, leaned in, and teased his lips with mine. When he tried to deepen the kiss, I eased my head back. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Just having you here already helps.” His hands splayed low on my back, holding me there like I was something breakable.
“Are you sure?” I wriggled a little until I was straddling his lap properly. “Because I’m good at more than just moral support.”
He arched one of his eyebrows, amused. “Oh?”
“Mm-hmm.” I trailed my fingers down the front of his shirt, toying with the first button. “Let me help you relax, Mr. Morozov. Isn’t that what a PA is for? To take care of the little things,”—I cupped his cock—“and occasionally handle some big things.”
I slid off his lap and kneeled between his legs. The carpet was soft beneath my knees, the room quiet except for the sound of his breath catching as I opened his fly.
Maxim watched me silently, his clear blue eyes darkened and filled with a desire that matched my own. I unbuttoned his pants, a thrill coursing through me at the bulge growing beneath his boxers. Maxim’s breathing hitched slightly as I brushed my fingers against him, and he leaned back farther into the chair, the leather creaking under his weight.
Slowly, teasingly, I pulled down his briefs. His cock sprang free, hard and eager under my gaze. A purr of satisfaction left my lips as I wrapped my hands around him. “So big,” I murmured, glancing up to meet Maxim’s eyes and taking him into my mouth.
Maxim tightened his grip on the edges of his chair, and a low groan rumbled from deep within his throat as I moved slowly, teasing him with gentle licks and strokes that left him gasping for breath. It was heady, the power I held over him in these moments. How I could unravel him with just a flick of my tongue.
It was hard to believe this was the man who’d been barking with such authority on the phone a few minutes ago.
With a hiss, Maxim threaded his fingers through my hair, soft curses spilling from his lips. “Fuck, kroshka. Take it all the way in.”
I complied eagerly, my throat working around him as I took him deeper, coaxing a moan out of this man who was usually so composed. Maxim’s body twitched under me in time with my movements, head thrown back against his chair, eyes closed.
His muscular thighs trembled beneath me, knees flexing as he shifted restlessly in the chair. I didn’t let up but swallowed him down, sucking and slurping until he was clenching the arms of the chair. His cock hit my tonsils with a gurgle. Before I could pull back to claim air, he pressed my head even farther down.
“Fuck, stay right there. I’m so close.”
He moved his hips slowly, grinding his cock into the back of my throat over and over until my nostrils burned and saliva dripped from my lips. I needed oxygen. But he was on the brink. The tension in his body was a telltale sign.
My vision swam, heat rushing to my face as I struggled to breathe around him. Tears stung my eyes, and my pulsepounded in my ears. Every second stretched out, sharp and dizzying, until I wasn’t sure if I’d make it another breath. I dug my fingers into his thighs, desperate, but still didn’t pull away.
A strangled groan tore from Maxim, and ropes of cum shot down my throat, hot and thick as the edges of my consciousness blurred. His cock slipped from my lips, and the sweet relief of air flooded my lungs. I wheezed, gulping in oxygen and coughing from the abrupt release. My vision slowly righted itself as I gasped for breath, droplets of tears spilling over onto my cheeks.
“Fuck.” Maxim lifted me onto his lap, running his fingers through my hair, brushing the strands sticking to my forehead. “You’re incredible, you know that, right?”
“Pretty sure swallowing your load doesn’t make me incredible, Maxim. Many guys would do that for you in a heartbeat.”
But I wanted to be the only one.
He dragged a finger down my cheek, frowning. “Is that what you want?”
“No.”
“Then don’t mention other men. It’s been only you since the moment we met. That’s never going to change. Okay?”
I smiled and nodded. “I got distracted. This isn’t why I came here.”
“No? That’s disappointing.”
