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by Becca Jameson


  She was beyond humming at the moment from watching him strip. She hadn’t budged from her spot in the doorway yet. In fact, the frame was holding her up where she gripped it to watch the show.

  A naked Ivan stepped into her space, smirking as he lifted the hem of his T-shirt over her head, forcing her to release her hold on the doorframe. “Get that lusty look off your face. We’re just going to shower. And then you can sleep another full night. Tomorrow I bet you’ll be almost normal.”

  “Judging by the state of the space between my legs, I’m going to assume I’m as normal as a woman can get.”

  He lowered in front of her to pull her panties over her hips and down her legs. “You mean the shaky state of your legs?” he teased.

  “Not at all. I mean the way my sex came alive when you stripped.” She’d gotten bolder in the last week. And she would ask for what she wanted.

  Of course their relationship had started out with her boldly exposing her nudity to him. But that had been short lived. His own nudity had occasionally made her nearly swallow her tongue.

  He was so damn big. All of him. Not just the important parts.

  “Mmm,” he muttered as he stood and slid past her to turn on the shower.

  His ass was so fine. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. And that tattoo… The wings looked as though they would assist him to take flight again, as usual.

  She crept up behind him as he leaned into the shower with one hand under the flow of water. Soundlessly, she wrapped her hands around his waist and then flattened her body to his back.

  He righted himself, peeled her hands off him, and slid his fingers down to grasp hers. “Alena…” he warned.

  Oh, this was going to be fun. He would demand she stop touching him in her “fragile” state, and she would ignore him until she got what she wanted. Namely him inside her. Maybe in the shower? That could be fun.

  She knew suddenly without a shadow of doubt that sex would go a long way toward calming the insanity racing through her head.

  Ivan stepped into the shower, drawing her right behind him. “Hands to yourself, imp. We’re here to wash. Shampoo. Condition. Get out.”

  “Mmm.”

  “And get that look of lust off your face. You’ve been a zombie for two days. I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “Mmm.” She lifted her gaze, planted her hands on his chest under the spray of water, and spoke. “I’m not a zombie anymore. Promise.”

  He wrapped his fingers around hers and lifted them. And then he tipped her head back with one hand to direct it under the spray of water. “Close your eyes.” His growly voice was demanding, but she detected his level of arousal too.

  When she dipped her head to permit him to lather her hair, she stared at his cock. Full. Hard. Bobbing.

  She licked her lips. She hadn’t been bold enough to wrap her lips around his girth yet. Now was a good time. How far could she go before he stopped her?

  He tipped her head back to rinse off the shampoo, breaking her fantastic view. And then he worked the conditioner into her hair.

  While he massaged her scalp, she stared once again at his cock. She’d never wanted anything more in her life. Been more sure. Courageous. Adventurous.

  As soon as his fingers left her scalp to reach for the soap, she grasped his hips and lowered to a squat in front of him. She didn’t give him a chance to protest before she opened her mouth and sucked him in deep.

  Ivan froze. A low moan she’d never heard escaped his lips. Good.

  Score one, she thought, fighting the urge to grin. Maybe if she’d taken him into her mouth that first day…

  She had no idea what she was doing or how to pleasure a man with her mouth, but it seemed pretty basic. And apparently she wasn’t making any mistakes because Ivan grasped her head and squeezed. He wasn’t pulling her off, nor was he pressuring her to continue. It was more like he needed to anchor himself.

  She sucked deeper, drawing him into the back of her mouth. His cock seemed larger than it looked when she had it between her lips. And harder. So engorged.

  She grabbed his thighs and held steady, lowering herself to her knees on the tile floor to get closer.

  “Alena…” One word. It was a plea and a reprimand at the same time. Deep. The sound driving her to continue.

  Her breasts felt heavy. Swollen. Tight. Her pussy pulsed with desire, her clit pleading for her to stroke it.

  So she did, shocked again by how bold she could be and also by her ability to touch herself in front of him.

  But she needed the contact. Who knew a blowjob could be so incredibly arousing.

  “That’s it, baby, stroke yourself.” He eased one hand from her head to her neck and squeezed. “That’s so hot.”

  Her sucking him? Or her touching herself? Did it matter?

  She grasped his thigh with her free hand to hold on. And then she eased off his cock and thrust back down. He was far too large for her to get even a fraction of his length inside her mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind.

  “Jesus, Alena. It was supposed to be a shower…” His voice trailed off.

  She fought the urge to smile, not wanting to nip him with her teeth.

  As she sucked faster, she tightened the pressure. She also flicked a finger rapidly over her clit until she was sure she was as close to orgasm as him.

  “That’s enough,” he muttered.

  Enough?

  He bent forward, not dislodging from her mouth, and wrapped his hand under her elbow to tug her hand. “Stop masturbating. I don’t want you to come.”

  Shock couldn’t begin to describe her feelings. Her thighs shook with need. Her pussy wept from the loss of contact.

  Ivan lifted her hand and set it beneath his cock. “Cup my balls. Gently.”

  She couldn’t breathe. Not even from her nose. Not with Ivan’s bossiness filling the shower, leaving her horny and needy while he fucked her mouth.

  And he did. She wasn’t nearly as in control of the blowjob as she had been initially. He held her head with a grip on both sides and thrust in and out of her. Somehow he knew just how far to go with each pass to keep from gagging her.

  At first she wasn’t sure she liked this change in direction, but then she gripped the walls of her pussy around nothing and knew his dominant self once again won.

  He stiffened, his movements slowing, and she realized he was close. “Swallow me, Alena.” His words were demanding, like always, but they also washed over her skin like silk, making her breasts heavier and her nipples ache to be touched.

  She didn’t need his demands. She wouldn’t have stopped if he asked her. She wanted to finish this, to know what he tasted like, to feel his come jutting into her mouth.

  When he stopped thrusting and held steady, she was prepared. The first burst of his come hit the back of her throat in a shocking rush, but she swallowed. And she continued to milk him for every other pulse of his orgasm too.

  Finally, he was spent. His cock lost only a fraction of its engorgement, however. He eased out of her mouth, shifted his hands to her arms, and lifted her to standing. When he met her gaze, his own was serious. “Amazing,” he muttered.

  She gave a small smile. “I did okay?”

  “Better than. God…” He shocked her by spinning her around so she faced the wall. His palms flattened on her shoulders and then smoothed down to grasp her hands and lift them to the sides of her head. He flattened them on the wall. “Don’t move.”

  Her arousal shot higher, if that was possible.

  His damn growly voice was back. Rich. Deeper perhaps.

  His hands disappeared, and she heard the gentle popping sound of a bottle. Soap? She twisted her head to find him lathering his hands with body soap. And then they landed on her shoulders.

  She moaned as his fingers dug into her tight muscles. The spray of the water hit her ass, but he nudged her one step forward with a leg between her knees to get her out of the direct line of spray.

  As he worked the soa
p around to her front and over her swollen breasts, she arched into his touch, moaning. “Ivan…” Her nipples hardened to stiff points as he worked his palms over them and then pinched them back and forth.

  When he eased his fingers down her belly and then lower, she rocked forward again.

  “Stay still,” he demanded. “I’ll make you feel good, baby, but you have to stay still.” He hesitated before reaching between her legs until she complied.

  She held her breath, willing her body to stay put. It was a difficult feat with his hand lowering farther until he slid his fingers between her thighs and stroked through her sex. “Oh yeah,” he whispered. “So swollen and hot. You needed this for a while, didn’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “Sucking me off got you even hotter, didn’t it?”

  She nodded again.

  “I’m glad,” he whispered into her ear. His lips teased her earlobe and then he bit down briefly. “But I will punish you for taking control like that, especially when you knew this was meant to be a shower only.” Every word came on a breath that made her shiver.

  Meanwhile, he stroked one lazy finger slowly between her folds without reaching inside or making contact with her clit.

  “Feel good?”

  “Mmm.”

  He chuckled. “I bet you’d like me to thrust my fingers up inside you, huh?”

  “Yes.”

  “Mmm.” He mimicked her own sound in his deeper voice. “We’ll see. My girl was naughty.”

  Had she really been that naughty? All she’d wanted to do was suck him off. And it would seem he had liked it. How was that grounds for punishment?

  She lost her train of thought when Ivan’s finger dipped into her, deeper and deeper in slow motion until it was fully seated. “So tight,” he murmured. “Always so tight, like you’ve never been taken here before.”

  She shuddered, willing him to increase the speed, the pressure, anything. Just move.

  Finally he pulled his finger out, but he didn’t thrust back in. Instead he pinched her clit, forcing her onto her tiptoes. Exquisite.

  “You’d like my cock inside you, wouldn’t you?” he whispered.

  “Yes.”

  “But that’s not going to happen because you didn’t have permission to suck me or to get off, did you?”

  “No.” Her face heated. Please, God, don’t let him stop. I’ll die.

  He released her clit and circled it while she lowered her feet to the floor. Her legs shook but undoubtedly from the arousal and not from exhaustion. She was no longer tired. Not a bit.

  Ivan spread one hand over her belly, drawing her ass against his semi-erect cock, and then rapidly flicked his other fingers over her clit.

  She might have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her. Again, not as a result of anything that happened two days ago, but simply from losing herself in the heady feeling of her impending orgasm.

  “I’m going to let you come, but not through penetration.”

  She didn’t care as long as she came. Soon. Like now.

  Her knees quivered. She leaned heavily against the tile wall, knowing she wouldn’t fall with his hand flattened to her belly anyway.

  Her ears started ringing as she lost herself in the bliss. And then she was there, tumbling over the edge, pulsing against his fingers. Over and over. The orgasm drew itself out forever.

  Ivan’s lips were on her temple when she came down. “Gorgeous.”

  She trembled in his embrace. Please don’t let me fall…

  But she knew he never would. He could read her better than a human being should be able to. As long as she was with him, she would never fall.

  Never.

  »»•««

  Sometime later, Alena lay against Ivan’s side in bed, drawing lazy circles on his chest. “You sure we can’t have sex?” she mumbled against his pecs.

  “I’m sure. You have to be exhausted.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Well, you’re still in trouble.” His voice was teasing.

  “For giving you a blowjob? How can a girl be punished for that?” She squirmed next to him for the millionth time, rubbing her pussy against his thigh. Her top leg was wrapped around his tight muscles, tucked between his knees.

  “Stop wiggling.” He cupped her ass and squeezed. “And I told you, the shower was for washing, not for taking advantage of me.” A new lilt in his voice made her even hornier.

  “I didn’t get the impression you minded,” she stated, lifted her face and setting her chin on his chest.

  “It was amazing, but I’m pretty sure I’ve made it clear that I like to lead in the bedroom.”

  “Technically that was the shower, not the bedroom, and I don’t think I’d call your brand of bossiness leading.” She grinned at him.

  He smirked. “Fine. You want to argue semantics? I’m the dominant, you’re the submissive, and the bedroom extends to anyplace I want to fondle you.”

  “What about the places I want to fondle you?” she asked, fighting the urge to giggle.

  “Also the bedroom, but next time you’ll ask permission first.”

  “Would you have granted it?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then how is that fair?”

  “Never said it was.” His fingers teased her ass cheeks.

  “I need your cock inside me, Ivan,” she boldly announced. It was a truth she couldn’t stand to keep to herself.

  “I know. That’s why you won’t get it. Not tonight.”

  She groaned and set her forehead against his chest. “Ivan…”

  “Maybe tomorrow, if you don’t try to take over.”

  Ugh.

  Time to change the subject to get her mind off her throbbing sex. She lifted her gaze and met his. “I love this house. It’s amazing. But how long do you think we’ll be here?”

  Ivan shrugged. “Until they catch Yenin or something happens to defuse the situation.”

  “I still can’t believe those two FBI agents were working for Yenin. It makes me nervous.”

  “I know. But you won’t see them again. They’ll be locked in bureaucratic red tape for months. The FBI doesn’t take kindly to double agents.”

  She shuddered. “I hope no one else is playing both sides. Every time I look at one of them, I get nervous.”

  “Even Taylor?” he asked.

  “No. For some reason I’m convinced she’s only on the side of good.”

  “Perhaps more than you think.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Ivan pursed his lips for a moment and then released them, seemingly deciding if he should continue.

  “What’re you suggesting?” she prodded.

  “That she’s not strictly our FBI agent.”

  Alena’s eyes shot wide, and she lifted her chin up to better meet his gaze. “You think she’s got something else going on the side?”

  He nodded and then chuckled. “Oh, yeah. She’s got something else going on the side all right, but not like you’re thinking.”

  “What else is there?”

  “She’s not a statue. She’s a human being with feelings and needs.”

  “Needs?”

  He narrowed his gaze until she got his meaning.

  “You mean sexual? You think she has a boyfriend or something?”

  “I do.”

  “How is that any of our business? She’s entitled to a private life. She’s not required to guard us twenty-four seven. If she’s seeing someone, good for her. Why do you care?”

  He smiled broader. “I don’t.”

  Alena was lost. “Ivan, spit it out. Is she a lesbian? What are you alluding to, and why?”

  “I think she’s sneaking around behind our backs.”

  “Why would she need to do that? Who cares what she does in her private life?”

  “I bet Sergei does.”

  Alena hesitated, trying to process his words. “Sergei?”

  “Why do you think he moved into my other ap
artment? I don’t think it was to put some space between us. It was downright bad timing, even for Sergei.”

  “I thought he was seeing a woman?” She stared at him, trying hard to keep up. What the hell did Taylor have to do with Sergei moving out?

  “He is. He definitely is. At least in some capacity.”

  Alena jerked upright, shoving off Ivan’s chest to sit up next to him. “Sergei is dating Taylor?”

  “Ding ding ding. We have a winner.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Went to the apartment one morning thinking to talk to him about how stupid it was he was leaving us spread so thin just so he could fuck some chick for a few days. I was about to get out of my car out front when the main doors opened and someone stepped outside.”

  “Taylor.”

  “Yes.”

  “Couldn’t she have simply been there talking to him?”

  “She could have. Sure. But then he wouldn’t have reached a hand out the front door, grabbed hers, hauled her against him, and kissed the life out of her.”

  “No shit?” Alena grinned. Awesome.

  “No shit.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “When exactly? We’ve been chasing our tails for days. Besides, it’s Sergei’s business. Not mine. Not yours. I don’t want you blabbing this to anyone. It’s their story to tell. If they don’t want any of us to know, they must have a reason.”

  “Yeah, like it’s probably forbidden.”

  “Exactly.” He grabbed her waist and gave a squeeze. “You need to keep this to yourself.”

  “I will. Promise.”

  “Good. Now get your ass back down here. I want you to sleep, and I want you to do it wrapped around me. No nightmares.”

  Alena settled back down alongside his huge body and exhaled slowly. “Thanks for telling me. What made you do so right now?”

  “I knew it would give you something else to concentrate on and ponder instead of the shit you’ve been through.”

  She lifted her head again and smiled up at him. “You’re a good man, Ivan.”

  “Glad you think so.”

  She glanced down at his body and had another thought. “You haven’t been working out.”

  “Sure I have.”

  “When?”

  “While you slept for two days. I’m creative. I can make do with almost anything anywhere.”

 

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