To his surprise, Emma was smiling at him. “I know. That’s why I love it.”
It really was a completely different experience, and Alexei was quiet, watching as Billy drove the car into his shop and waved over another man to help him go over it. It took nearly an hour for them to finish, and the two of them sat in chairs in the air conditioned part of the shop, waiting to find out the verdict on the car.
For the most part he just observed. Watching as people came in and chatted with Emma and each other. Everyone seemed to know each other, and if they didn’t, there were introductions. Emma never introduced him, but she glanced over occasionally as if checking to see if he wanted her to.
When Billy came back and said that it was going to be a while before they were even close to being done, Alexei looked up. “Shall we get something to eat?” he suggested.
Emma hesitated for a moment and then nodded. “Sure. There’s no place around here that’s going to serve caviar or whatever it is that you rich Russians eat,” she said, but there was a smile playing around her lips that made him think she was teasing.
“I think I’ll survive,” he said, amused.
She suggested a restaurant nearby that served excellent pasta, and Alexei drove them there, and the two of them had a very nice lunch. And of course ‘very nice’ in this case meant that they spent the whole time bickering and teasing each other. But something about the atmosphere of it had changed. He could tell that she wasn’t as annoyed with him as she was trying to seem, and he wondered again if it was the kiss that had done it.
Judging from the way she kept glancing at his mouth, he was willing to bet it had.
They had undeniable chemistry, and he could feel that the tension between them was growing by the second.
Personally he was looking forward to seeing how it was going to snap.
He didn’t have long to wait. As they were leaving the restaurant, where Alexei hadn’t made a fuss about her paying, he saw her seem to make a decision. Before he knew it, he was being pushed against his car by a very determined Emma.
“What’s this?” he asked with a smirk.
“Oh, hush. Look. This doesn’t mean I like you.”
Before he could retort, she was on her toes, hands pressed to his chest as she kissed him tentatively.
Alexei was certainly not going to complain about it, and he smiled against her lips.
“I think you do like me,” he murmured against her mouth, and she growled.
“Maybe I don’t care what you think,” she replied. “Get in the car.”
“What?”
“Get. In. The. Car,” Emma said. “I’m not doing this where everyone can see me. I’ll never hear the end of it.”
He blinked in confusion, but did as he was told, getting behind the wheel of the car and pushing the seat back for good measure. Whatever it was that she wanted to do was clearly something he was interested in. After she had glanced around, Emma followed, getting in his lap and then closing the door with a firm snap.
The car wasn’t spacious by any means, but Alexei was glad that he hadn’t brought the Porsche because they never would have been able to do this in that tiny car.
As it was, there was enough space for Emma to get in his lap, legs tucked under her to either side of his hips. Her head didn’t hit the roof of the car, but that was more about her short size than the space in the car.
Alexei’s hands went to her hips automatically, and he dug his fingers in, relishing the slight gasp that was the response.
“What are you doing?” he asked her, voice husky.
“Shut up,” she replied. “Just. Shut up.” And then she was kissing him, and he had to obey the order. Her mouth was warm and sweet, and Alexei groaned, his own lips getting in on the action as they moved with hers. He hummed under his breath and used his grip on her hips to pull her closer, dragging her to him and deepening the kiss.
They fit together so well, despite their height disparity, and Alexei found that he liked it more than he had been anticipating.
When he needed to breathe, he kissed from her mouth to her neck, lips sliding over soft, warm skin. Her soft noises of enjoyment made him bold, and he lightly scraped his teeth over her pulse point, enjoying the way she shivered against him.
“How far do you want to take this?” he murmured against the skin of her neck, not wanting to push too far, but needing to know if he was going to have to stop soon before he got too worked up.
Emma pulled back so that he could see the dark flush on her face and how hooded and heated her eyes were.
“Do you know what I did last night?” she asked, voice soft in the space of the car.
“No,” he said. “Tell me.”
She swallowed hard and rolled her hips forward, grinning when he moaned for her. “I laid in my bed and tried not to think about you. About how you kissed me. But I had to think about it because it was so good. And then I came twice thinking about you and me like this.”
“About us in my car?” Alexei asked, and he knew he sounded somewhat breathless.
“No, just about us in general. I imagined what it would be like to have your hands on me. Your mouth on me. To have you in me.”
He groaned at that because he’d been thinking about the same thing, and he still wanted to know what it would be like. He still wanted to kiss her all over and make her make lovely sounds for him. The car wasn’t big enough for any of that, and he wasn’t going to push his luck by suggesting they spend the rest of the time they had to wait for the car to be ready sleeping together at her place, so he just grinned and decided that this would be a very good exercise in taking what he could get.
“I can make that happen,” he said, and he leaned in to kiss her again, this time not going slow at all. No, this time he laid his claim, kissing her hard and passionately, nipping at her bottom lip and then pushing his tongue into her mouth when she gasped softly for him. It was such a pretty sound, and his cock jumped where it was trapped under her, already hard.
He mapped every corner of her mouth with his tongue and then coaxed hers to tangle and twine with his, the heat and desire building between the two of them with every second that passed.
One hand wound its way into her ponytail, and the other slipped under her shirt, touching the soft skin of her side, her stomach, and then up to her chest. He pushed her bra up and over the full bounty of her breasts, moaning into the kiss as he groped first one and then the other.
It seemed to be something Emma was enjoying because she arched her chest, pressing her breast into his palm, and he could feel the bud of her nipple as it hardened against his hand.
“Do you like that?” he asked, breaking off from the kiss to breathe. “Do you want more?”
She nodded and licked her lips slowly, a sight that went straight to his dick. “Please.”
He wasn’t going to make her beg. Not when he wanted it just as much as she did. Alexei pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching her expression as he twisted it slightly. When her mouth dropped open and she rocked in his lap, he figured that meant that she was enjoying it.
Alexei grinned and decided to test his theory, using his hand in her hair to pull her head back sharply, exposing the lovely column of her neck and all that brown skin.
Emma moaned loudly, shaking just a bit. “God,” he panted, pulling against his hold just a bit, just enough that he tightened his fingers both in her hair and around her nipple. The sound she made then was more like a sob than a moan, but from the dazed look in her eye, it was all pleasure.
“Alexei,” she said, voice breaking just a bit. “Please.”
And god, the way she made his name sound when she was desperate and horny was amazing. “What do you want?” he asked her.
“Touch me.”
He could have argued that he was touching her, but he didn’t. Instead he let go of her nipple and slid his hand back down until it was resting between her legs.
She practically hu
mped his hand, head still forced back while she bucked her hips, rubbing herself against his palm.
It registered in his lust clouded mind that she was so wet that she was soaking through her shorts, and his eyes widened at that. “You really want this, don’t you?” he asked. This was different from the woman at the club who had been so eager to sleep with him that she’d taken him to a back room on her break, and it was different from the hooker who had fingered herself in front of him because he was paying for it.
Alexei didn’t know how much of her pleasure here had to do with him or how much was down to what he was doing to her, but he liked it all the same.
He rubbed her through her damp shorts, savoring the little pleased sounds that were spilling from her lips. “What did I do to you in your fantasy?” he asked.
Her blush darkened, and she licked her lips again (and god, he wanted to find out what that mouth would feel like on him). “You...you got me off with your fingers first, and then you...then we…” She shook her head, but Alexei knew what she was saying.
“I don’t know if we have enough room for me to do this properly,” he said. “But I can give you one of those things. Raise up for me.”
He let go of her hair and watched as she did as he asked, rising up onto her knees in his lap. Alexei undid the front of her shorts and slipped his hand into them, finding her panties wet and lacy.
“Someone came prepared,” he said.
“Sh-shut up,” Emma retorted, but the way she pushed her hips forward took the sting from the words.
Alexei chuckled and slid his hand down more, rubbing fingers along her wet crotch before he pushed the lace to one side and let his fingers part her folds.
She was hot and wet, and more than anything he wished that they had room for him to lay her out so he could see what he was touching, but he was going to keep hope alive that there would be more time for that later. For now, he wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to show her that he could make her feel good and that he wasn’t only concerned with his own pleasure.
For some reason, her approval mattered to him.
And so he pushed his fingers into her and worked them deep, taking care to watch her reactions as he let his fingers thrust and rub at her clit. She grew even wetter around his fingers, and her noises were wonderful as she bucked and gasped for him, sinking down so that she could tuck her face into his neck.
It was an intimate position, and he liked it, like the way her mouth was moving against the skin of his neck while he touched her.
He found himself whispering encouraging things into her hair, telling her how pretty she was, how much he wanted her to come for him.
And when she did, with a great, shuddering cry, it felt like triumph.
She was shaky when she pulled back from him, but she looked pleased. “You’re good with your hands,” she said, and there was approval in her voice.
“Happy to be of service,” he said, leaning back in the seat.
Emma smirked and climbed off of his lap and into the passenger seat of the car, shorts still unbuttoned and shirt and bra still up over her breasts. “We’re not done yet, though,” she said, and reached over, pressing a hand to the bulge in his pants.
“Thank goodness for that.”
Chapter 7: Acquiring Bad Habits
So, amazing sex aside, Emma was pretty content to pretend like she hadn’t spent the weekend with Alexei. Because that was exactly what it had turned into, and even now, with the distance of a couple of days between her and what she was privately referring to as a break from sanity, she couldn’t quite believe that it had happened.
The stuff they did in his car could have been called an anomaly. Yes, it was fun, but it was just a byproduct of all the flirting Alexei had been doing at lunch and the fact that the man kissed like his stock options depended on it.
It was just something that had happened because her body had won out over her brain for the moment, and it didn’t have to mean anything.
And it wouldn’t have if it had stopped there.
But no. It hadn’t.
They’d fixed themselves up and then gone back to the auto shop to see what the status of Emma’s car was and Billy had told them that it would take at least another day before it was ready. That wasn’t a big deal, really. Pretty much everything in the town was easy to walk to, and she could take the bus to work on Monday and then pick her car up afterwards, so it was no problem.
Only when she’d detailed that plan to Alexei, he had seemed horrified. Probably because he’d never been on a city bus before.
“No,” he’d said. “Let me drive you.”
“Drive me where?” Emma had asked. “I don’t need to go anywhere yet.”
“You need to go back to your house, don’t you? And you’ll need to go to work on Monday and then come back here to get your car, yes?”
Emma just nodded slowly. “So?”
“So let me drive you.”
“You’re going to be my personal chauffeur until my car gets fixed?” she’d asked, arching an eyebrow.
“It’s my fault it needs repairs in the first place.”
“True, which is why you’re paying for them. You don’t have to do this.” She’d desperately wanted to add that he didn’t have to do it if he thought it was going to get her into bed with him, because she’d already been regretting her impulsiveness. What if someone had seen them in that car? It would be the talk of the whole town before too long, and she wouldn’t be able to show her face anywhere. But of course, if she’d mentioned that in front of Billy then even if someone hadn’t seen them, it would still be all over the whole town.
Alexei had stood firm, though, and Emma had learned the hard way that arguing with a rich Russian was an exercise in futility when they wanted something. So she had relented, and allowed him to drive her home.
Emma had never been ashamed of her house before. It was a beautiful place right on the edge of town that belonged to an older woman who was leasing it to her for an absolute steal. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but it was comfortable and she loved it.
But when Alexei’s car pulled up in front of it, she wondered how he was going to view it.
Luckily he didn’t say anything, and Emma was grateful for that, and she’d turned her head to thank him for the ride to find him very close.
“Uh...hi.”
“Hello.”
“Why are you staring at me?”
He’d shrugged. “Because you’re very pretty?”
Emma had laughed at that. “Sure, of course. Well, I’m going in now. Thanks for the lift. I’ll...text you, I guess, if I need a ride anywhere else before Monday.”
Alexei nodded, but neither of them moved for a few seconds. When they did move, it was to lock lips all over again, and they were kissing and kissing over the center console of the car. There in her driveway, there was no danger of being seen by anyone but the neighbors if they happened to be looking out, but when Alexei suggested going inside, Emma took him up on it.
And really, it had spiraled from there. Alexei had let go of her long enough for them to walk to the front door and for Emma to let them in, but then he pressed her up against the door when it closed and kissed her fiercely, nipping at her lips and leaving open mouthed kisses all the way down her neck.
They’d gotten undressed there in the living room and hadn’t made it past the couch the first time. Emma got her mouth on Alexei’s cock and had taken great pleasure in making him moan her name as he came.
He’d returned the favor some minutes later with her legs over his shoulders and his face buried between her legs, and she’d learned first-hand that he was really quite skilled with his tongue.
They made it to the bedroom later, and Alexei had pinned her face down and pressed himself inside of her slowly, bringing her to climax after climax until she was a shaking mess under him.
After that, it had seemed rude to kick him out, but when Billy called on Sunday to say that her car was ready
, she’d leapt at the chance to go get it and had been relieved when Alexei said he needed to go attend to some things.
Emma had never had a weekend like that before, and even now that it was Tuesday, she was still reeling from it.
She remembered the way his hands felt on her and the way he had whispered in her ear as he came, breath hot, voice deep. She caught herself staring off into space at her desk and shook herself before grabbing her purse and heading out for lunch.
All things considered, Emma was surprised that it had only taken another week for them to end up right back in this position. Well. Not this position, exactly, because face down and bottom up on Alexei’s bed was a position she’d never been in before.
Over the course of the last few days, they’d run into each other everywhere. The coffee shop down the street from her job, the grocery store in the city that Alexei swore he shopped at all the time, the local Mexican restaurant where Emma had gone on Thursday night to pick up some dinner after work, and finally Sam’s on Friday.
That time Alexei admitted that he’d been looking for her. “Sam let it slip that you come here every week,” he’d said, and Emma had shot the barkeep a dirty look.
“What do you want from me?” she’d demanded. Because really, this was getting out of hand. It was hard to believe that their paths could cross so easily and so many times without there being something underhanded going on, and she didn’t get why Alexei wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Probably because she’d never actually told him no.
Probably because she was finding it harder and harder to stay away from him.
The thing was, he wasn’t as much of a jerk as she had been expecting him to be. He was funny and thoughtful when he wanted to be, and the more she talked to him, the more she liked him. They talked for hours on Friday at the tavern once he’d explained that he didn’t want anything more than her company. Alexei told her about how his father had died in a car accident, how his sister hated him, how he was supposed to take over the family businesses when he really didn’t want to live his life the same way his father had.
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