Page 35 of Wrapped in Perfection

Everything she gives me is raw and real. There's nothing indecisive in her kisses. She wants me, and I wonder who needs who more. And if tongues and lips could ruin a man, hers would be the bullet that destroys me.

Every second that passes, she lights me up to the point my body is humming against hers. When the alarm goes off, she's breathless and quivering in my arms. A man's voice tells me to press the button to unlock the elevator. I reach for it, hit it, then slide my tongue back in her mouth, palming her ass as my erection hardens against her stomach.

The doors open, and someone clears their throat. I take her hand and quickly guide her out to the car. The door is still open when I pull her on my lap.

She holds my head in her hands and smashes her lips to mine. My blood continues to spin in my veins.

"Stick to the agenda, boss?" my driver asks in Russian.

I barely hear him. "Mm-hmm."

He shuts the door and I dive further into the magnificent wonderland of Anna Monroe.

7

Anna

"Your sexy littleass in this skirt is driving me nuts, my kotik," he murmurs in my ear with his Russian accent, while squeezing my cheek with his palm. His hot breath sends more tingles down my spine, and I squirm on his lap, rubbing his erection with my outer thigh.

He groans, fists my hair, and presses his lips to mine.

Everything I thought I knew about a good kiss ceases to exist. His tongue creates chaos in my veins, flicking against mine fast and needy, then slower so I can catch my breath, then with more hunger than before.

His hand moves from my ass to my leg. He slides it up my skirt and between my thighs, stroking my skin with his thumb. It's an adrenaline injection straight to my sex without him even touching it, and I whimper.

"I want these thighs around my neck," he mumbles and inches his fingers closer to my wet panties.

"Yes," I whisper then glide my tongue urgently around his.

The car stops. I don't notice it until the door opens. Dmitri turns and barks out something in Russian to the driver, and he shuts the door.

Dmitri returns to kissing me. After a few minutes, he stops. Both our chests are heaving, trying to find air. He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear then holds my cheek in his palm. "Kotik, tell me you aren't going to see or talk to him again."

I freeze. "I don't want to."

His eyes turn to slits. "Then don't."

"My stuff is still there."

"I'll buy you new stuff."

I tilt my head. "That's nice of you but not necessary. And it's my computer and samples for my business."

"You can get new samples, and your laptop is at my place."

"No. My brother bought that for me, since Mitch removed me from the bank account. But I have a lot of work stuff on my old one. I didn't have everything in the cloud."

Dmitri's eyes darken. "He stole your money?"

I look away, embarrassed by how stupid I was to let Mitch have total control over so many parts of my life. "I don't want to talk about this."

"Anna—"

Anger, which I've been feeling more lately toward Mitch, rears its ugly head. "I'm an idiot, okay? I'm a thirty-two-year-old woman who doesn't even have her own bank account or credit card. Everything I had, I gave him access to. I literally have nothing. The clothes on my back and credit card in my wallet are from my brother. And I don't want to ever see him again, but I want my computer and samples back."

And if the universe has to play a cruel joke on me, my phone rings. I already know from the song I made into the ringtone who it is.

Dmitri's face hardens. "Is that him?"

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