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What?

I feel like my brain is short-circuiting. I don’t know what to say to him. I’m distracted, lost, completely fumbling. I want to say something, but I don’t. The need to have him is too strong. I don’t think about feeling self-conscious.

I don’t think; I just move, my hand moving to my clit. I go slow, aware of how wet I already am. I touch myself and think about him, what I want him to do. He’s right in front of me. It’s frustrating but so hot, watching him watch me.

I can tell I’m getting too close too fast. I know I’m moving faster, ready to finger myself, wanting more.

But he stops me, his hand on my wrist. His gaze is still burning. “Get your tits wet. I’m going to fuck them.”

It should be ridiculous how straightforward he is, but hearing those words from his mouth only makes me want him more. I obey without question, tugging off my clothes, then slicking my fingers and sliding them between my breasts.

He presses them together then, leaning up until his cock is lined up just right. He slides it against my skin and I can feel how hard he already is. His heat is tantalizing, just out of reach. I watch him move until he speaks again.

“Touch yourself,” he says. “Don’t stop.”

I don’t have to be told twice.

I watch him slide back and forth as I touch myself; I imagine him fucking me like this, his cock inside me instead of just on my chest. I can barely think straight; I slide my fingers inside myself without thinking, chasing pleasure.

I come suddenly, a burst of ecstasy hitting me. I gasp and then he moves suddenly, away from my chest. His cock is at my lips and I hold my mouth open as he presses inside. I choke on his cock, too fast and too hungry for him. But I grab his hips and urge him even deeper, desire pooling low inside me.

He fucks my mouth roughly, jamming into the back of my throat. I barely hold on to him long enough for him to come, shooting hot and fast down my throat. He pulls back when he’s done, looking at me with dark eyes.

I know he’s seeing my flushed cheeks, chest heaving as I catch my breath. His hand is on my chin and he tilts my head up to look at him.

“I’m not done with you.”

It’s a dark promise that sends shivers up my spine.

He pulls me up from the couch and switches our positions; he pulls me to sit on his face.

I don’t waste time—I move as soon as I’m there, giving him access as he eats me out. I’m so close and then I come, the feeling blinding me with pleasure.

I reach back to stroke his cock; he’s hard again, already getting close. He’s still eating me out, fucking me with his tongue. I ride his face hard, unable to control myself, chasing the high. I feel like my heart is speeding out of my chest.

It’s messy but good, and I barely have time to think before I’m coming again. I can feel how hard he is in my hand; I just want him to fuck me.

He presses his hands to my breasts and pushes me back. I hit the couch breathless. He leans over me, his cock sliding against my pussy. I know he’s going to fuck me. I want him so fucking bad.

But suddenly, his phone rings and the moment breaks. He turns, annoyed, and looks at the screen.

I want him to ignore it, but I can see it’s important. It must be Nikolai. Lachlan answers, his voice cool and controlled, and I find myself hoping the call will be short.

But then I hear the nameYuriand I know there’s a chance this will end—maybe in more ways than one.

CHAPTER27

Lachlan

I don’t want to stop, but I know what it means when I see Nikolai’s name on my phone. Still, it takes me a moment longer than it should to pull away from Katrina.

I want the world outside this room to stop spinning, leave us alone for just a few moments. It’s intrusive even now, even in the middle of what should be a perfect moment.

Nikolai’s phone call only reminds me of what I already know; I don’t have the luxury of having what I want, when I want it.

“O’Reilly,” I say, answering the call with as much professionalism as I can muster.

Nikolai responds just the same. “I’ve found information about Yuri.”

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