“Thank you.” He pulled her into his arms for a hug.
Sylvia moved out of his arms after a quick kiss, and sat back behind her desk. He had really wanted to keep her with him in his arms. He knew that couldn’t happen while they were at work. Didn’t stop his mind from going there, though. He’d been left with blue balls that morning after they woken and realized they’d overslept. It had been a mad dash to get out the door.
“Everything okay out here?” Sebastian asked.
Eric swung his attention to his cousin, having forgotten the reason he’d come up to the office to begin with.
“It’s fine.”
“Sylvia?” Sebastian queried, still glancing between them.
“Everything is fine, just go and have your meeting.” She smiled.
* * * * *
Two hours after his meeting finished with Sebastian, and he was still hard as fuck. His libido had relaxed when he was having the meeting, but afterwards, Sylvia had played havoc on him. He’d walked out of his cousin’s office to find Sylvia bent over the front of her desk as she reached for a bunch of paperwork. Her skirt had been pulled over her curvy ass like a second skin, and his mind had gone straight to fucking her just like that with her skirt shoved up around her waist. So yeah, he was horny as hell with that image and it had plagued him all afternoon.
He’d battled with calling her, but eventually his frustration had won out, and he’d called.
She was on her way down thinking that he needed to ask her something face-to-face. Little did she know that he planned to grab her the minute she walked through his office door, and fuck the life out of her over his desk.
The more he thought about it, the harder he got to the point that his dick was ready to punch through his pants. He needed to control the urge for a few more minutes until she stood before him, just in case someone else walked in. That last thought snapped his eyes open as they landed on the lock at the door. It would be bolted. He sure as hell wasn’t going to chance anyone using a key to get in once he’d locked the fucker.
His attention snagged on the click of heels that he could hear as the woman walked toward his office, the noise getting louder the closer they got. There was a tentative knock on his door before her beautiful blonde head popped around the corner.
Eric wasted no time as he tugged her into his office and slid the bolt shut with a satisfying click…no one was going to interrupt his enjoyment of this woman. Her gasp of surprise was caught in his mouth as he sealed them together with near desperation.
Once Sylvia caught on to the way they were going, he felt her hike her skirt up. He tore his mouth from hers and watched as she quickly shoved her thong down past her hips, and wiggled to get it free of her legs.
His one hand went to her pussy, his fingers rubbed through her arousal. His other hand went to his pants as he made quick work of them, and pushed them down his legs.
He wrapped his hand around his rigid shaft and stroked while he fingered her pussy. His arousal reached new heights, and the sensation trickled through his shaft to drip from the slit on the bulging head of his cock.
“Take your shirt off. I need to see your tits.”
Sylvia paused before the buttons were unfastened and the shirt and bra dropped to a chair.
“Beautiful.” His dick surged with need as he gazed at her swollen nipples. They were hard, prominent, cherry red, and they begged for his mouth. With his hands still busy, he leaned forward and captured one in his mouth. He lapped and sucked, their afternoon tryst about to end too soon as she writhed on his hand.
“No.” He let go of her, but had to reach out to steady her. “On my desk.” He panted, his hand pulled tight around his balls and base of his dick to prevent an early release. He was so fucking close. “I’ve been hard as fuck,” he turned her over his desk, and spread her legs, “since I came out of Sebastian’s office and saw you like this, but fully clothed, as you reached for something.” He spread her buttocks open to his view and nearly planted his ass on the floor with the weakness in his knees. He’d think about that later.
He bent his legs slightly, and wrapped his fist around his cock, as he guided his pulsing length between her thighs where he rubbed the tip against the hard bud of her clit. He spread her wider, and pushed home. The feel of her wet heat as she encompassed his shaft was like no other feeling he’d ever experienced.
Reaching for her hips, he raised her up on the desk and they both gasped when he sank balls deep. He slid his hands up her torso and filled his hands with her perfect tits, and then he was ready, but was she.
“I can’t go slow. I need to know you’re with me.”
“God, yes. Just move,” she groaned as her vaginal muscles clenched around him.
He slowly withdrew, and then he thrust hard. He couldn’t stop. His balls bounced against her clit every time he slammed home, her arousal coated him as she panted, moaned and thrashed, pinned under him.
The fire in his balls was ready to explode, but he needed her to come first or with him. All it took was a pinch to her hard nipples and she clenched around him so fucking hard that he saw stars. He grabbed her hips to keep her still, and slammed all the way in. His release burst from his dick in powerful streams of jizz.
His cock was on fire with sensation as he shallow pumped back and forth inside Sylvia, prolonging their orgasm before he finally came to a stop—exhausted.
Sweat dripped down his back as jizz dripped from the tip of his shaft when he gently withdrew and created a string of connection between them both.
He had to close his eyes because the sight of his cum connecting them caused him to harden all over again. They’d gotten away with it so far, but he didn’t want to push his luck. Plus, Sylvia might be sore after he pounded her into the desk.
Grabbing his shirt, he wiped his cock and between Sylvia’s legs before he carefully helped her up from the desk.
The blush coating her cheekbones, and the redness of her large tits, finished the job that the jizz had done. He was ready for round two.
Sylvia’s eyes widen at the sight and smirked, reaching out to him.
“No.” Eric knocked her away. “You touch me there and I’m going to take you again.” He inhaled and exhaled, his hands on his hips.
Sylvia looked him over and smirked. “You couldn’t even wait long enough to get your pants off.” She giggled, the sound going straight to his groin.
“Fuck.” He passed her shirt and bra to her, before he hitched his pants back up. He certainly hadn’t wanted to be restrained by his pants again, but he didn’t have much choice. Having an all afternoon lunch break wouldn’t go down too well on his first day of work, plus Sylvia would be missed.
Finally dressed, he pulled her back into his arms. “Zane wants help with something tonight.”
She wrapped her arms around him and smiled. “I promised Talya, I’d meet up with her.”
He felt relieved knowing that he wasn’t going to be abandoning her. Zane had asked him for help with his bike, and they usually had a few beers while they tinkered around.
“Are you meeting at the apartment?”
“Yes,” she kissed his chest, and pulled out of his arms, “and now I really do have to get back to work. I really enjoyed my lunch break today.” She smirked.
“Okay, but I want you to promise me that you won’t go near Poles.” She glanced up at him and he continued, “I need that promise, Sylvia, otherwise I’m going to be worrying.”
“I have no intention of going back, so I promise. Don’t worry about me.” She reached up and quickly kissed his lips before disappearing.
Chapter Twenty
The bar at Poles was packed solid as Sylvia and Talya made their way through. A call from Yuri had interrupted their evening of catching up at the apartment. Yuri had apologized over and over again for dragging them in and he’d promised Talya that he’d have two of his friends in the club to make sure Sylvia didn’t come to any harm.
Three of the girls had called in sic
k with the flu, and Yuri had a full house and needed them to get on stage. He’d begged and sweet-talked them until they’d given in. Sylvia felt, at the time, that she was the one holding Talya back. Her friend would do anything to help Yuri, at least now that he’d apologized for his sharp words to her the other night.
Eric would hit the roof if he discovered that she was at Poles, let alone dancing. She’d promised him that she was through, but how the hell could she say no. She knew that Yuri kept his promise once he made it, so she didn’t feel threatened. In fact, one of the guys he’d said would be present was Gavriil, otherwise known as Scorpion in the underground fighter ring that she wasn’t supposed to know about. He was a frightening guy and never smiled, but he’d only ever had kind words to say to Sylvia.
“You sure about this?” Talya asked when they finally escaped backstage. “Sylvia?”
“I trust Yuri, so yes, I’m okay with this. Eric won’t be, but he’s busy with Zane tonight and with Bea being out sick, he’s not going to be dragging Eric here.”
“He doesn’t know she’s off sick, though,” Talya added.
“Oh, he does. Eric was laughing earlier saying that Zane had just gotten back from taking Bea some chicken soup.”
Talya rolled her eyes. “She’s watched Zane as much as he watched her.” She opened the door into the dressing room and ushered Sylvia inside. “The bodyguards are on the way.”
Sylvia frowned at her friend. How did she know that?
“They started toward us as soon as we got halfway across the bar.” Talya smiled and Sylvia blushed, the question must have been evident in her eyes.
“Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say. She hadn’t even seen them.
“Look, let’s just get this over with. I really don’t want to be going out on that stage either, and I know Yuri will be in a foul mood afterwards. It doesn’t really make sense why he’d ask me to get up there because he hates me being on display. That’s why I usually work the bar.” Talya opened her locker and started to pull out her hot pants outfit.
She was right. Yuri hated her dancing, which is why she had the most covered outfit of them all.
Sylvia had a surprise when she opened her locker. She had the same outfit as Talya but in purple. She smiled and made a mental note to thank Yuri.
Looking over her shoulder, Talya whistled when she spotted the outfit. “Surprised, huh?”
“I am. It’s about time I had a nice surprise waiting in my locker.” She hung them up on the door and started to get changed.
“You will be able to dance in them, right? You’re used to skin against the pole.”
Talya referred to her legs. She used the bend of her knee to hold herself onto the pole when she was upside down. “I’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
Sylvia reached for the small shirt, and gasped when a note fell out to the floor. Talya was there before Sylvia had the wits to pick it up. “What does it say?” she whispered as her friend scooped it up and slowly opened it.
Talya shook her head with tears in her eyes. She turned and walked to the door, and after whispered words with Gavriil, she was back next to Sylvia. “I’m sorry.” She wrapped her arm around Sylvia. “This bastard needs to be stopped.”
Within minutes, the door slammed open, they both jumped and Talya ran across the room to Yuri, wrapping herself around him. The poor Russian was taken by surprise before he held her tight, and kissed the top of her head. “What’s wrong, moia liubov?”
Sylvia was distracted from the unexpected note with her friend seeking comfort from Yuri. She knew that they were attracted to the other, but had she missed something? They hadn’t been that close before, at least, not in front of her.
It wasn’t long before Talya sniffed and pulled out of Yuri’s arms. Sylvia sensed that the Russian felt empty without Talya. Her friend avoided Yuri’s eyes and showed him the note that she’d yet to show her.
What did it say?
Why did it bring tears to Talya’s eyes?
Her friend on occasion, could be frustrating and now was one of those times. It involved her so she was entitled to view the damn thing.
Feeling her temper rise, she marched over to Yuri and snatched the note from his fingers before he had chance to hold on to it.
“Please don’t read that,” Talya begged.
Yuri took Talya’s hand into his and pulled her close. He looked to be whispering something to her, probably words of love.
Ignoring the couple in front of her, she inhaled and exhaled before she let her eyes travel over the note in her hands. It was from him, otherwise, there wouldn’t have been such a reaction to it.
My dearest Sylvia,
You are the love of my heart, and we’re going to be together soon. You must know this. We can’t be separated for much longer.
The man I saw kissing you will not get the chance again because you belong to me.
I love you and, in death, we will be joined.
All my love,
xoxox
Her hands shook, and tears slid down her face. What did he mean? ‘In death we will be joined.’ Did he intend to kill her?
The tears came harder as she felt Talya wrap her up in her arms. Sylvia held on and cried. Her body shook with her sobs. So much so that Yuri pried Sylvia off Talya and picked her up in his strong arms. “I take you home.”
“Gavriil,” he yelled. The door burst open and both men came barreling through the door as though the place was on fire.
“Yuri?” they questioned.
“You are coming with me. Stay close and do not let Talya out of your sight. Maxim, keep an eye on the place, and close early. Announce that more staff have gone down with the flu, and that Poles will be closed until next Friday.”
Even through her sobs, Sylvia heard the surprise in Maxim’s voice. Yuri had never closed Poles before, so she couldn’t blame him for being surprised.
“Consider it done.”
Yuri dashed through to the back of the club and out the heavy door. Talya followed behind them, her hand clutched by Sylvia. She didn’t let go until they all climbed into Yuri’s SUV.
* * * * *
Although she felt shaky, the tears had stopped before they’d reached her and Talya’s apartment. Yuri refused to leave them, and let Talya look after her. She thought the Russian was shaken as much as Talya had been over the words in the note. She also suspected that he was angry because another note had been found in her locker.
She asked something that had started to swirl in her mind, “You don’t think someone who works there is behind the notes, do you?”
Yuri raised his head. “That is the conclusion that I am coming to. I do not wish to think of this, but it is the only explanation. I go to a great deal of trouble to keep real names from stage names. The man called you Sylvia in the note.”
She swiped at a wayward tear, and looked at Talya.
“Do you want me to call Eric?” she offered.
Having Eric’s arms around her would make her feel better, but he’d be angry that she’d gone against her promise. “Not now.”
Talya frowned.
“I’ll call him later.” Eric would be calling her before he crashed for the night anyway and she dreaded having to tell him what happened.
It was only one night, but tonight of all nights, she really wanted to sleep in his arms. She wanted him to hold her close and keep her safe. He’d be there for her if he knew about the note. No matter how angry or disappointed he was, he’d be there. At least, she thought he would. She chewed her lip wanting to call him, but she was on the fence about his reaction.
There was a knock at the door, which drew the gazes of Sylvia and Talya, but Yuri looked sheepish.
Her heart sank.
Before Yuri opened the door, she knew who was on the other side—a furious Eric.
“I called him,” Yuri admitted.
Her belly ached as she saw the hurt and disappointment in his eyes when he entered and br
iefly met her gaze. He wouldn’t look at her and he stayed close to the door.
“We will give you some privacy.” Yuri took hold of an unwilling Talya and closed them inside her bedroom.
Sylvia stared at Talya’s door, she really wanted to follow them and not stay in the room that was thick with tension.
“I don’t know what to say to you.” He paced behind the sofa, so she stayed quiet knowing he had more to say. “You promised me, Sylvia. You promised to stay away from that place,” he hissed. “I thought you’d had the fear knocked into you about Poles and the sick bastard who wanted you.” He stopped in front of her. “You went fucking back,” he shouted. “Do you want him? Is that it? Do his words turn you the fuck on?”
Sylvia gasped at his sharp words and tone as the tears welled in her eyes. She fought back the sob but she couldn’t, and it issued from her as a broken sound before her tears rained freely down her face. She swiped at them in agitation. She didn’t want to cry, but her nerves were already shot to hell. Why couldn’t he show some concern for her? He practically accused her of asking for whatever was going on. She tried to tell herself he was angry because of his feelings for her and it was his way of letting out the frustration at his inability to protect her, but it didn’t stop the pain in her heart. Nothing she rationalized worked well, because she just wanted him to hold her and he, obviously, had no intention of doing so. Instead, he decided to really lash out at her with hateful words.
The sobs racked her small frame, and she realized he’d finally stopped and stood watching her with his hands on his hips.
She hiccupped and stood.
Not meeting his gaze, she slipped into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. It was the cowardly way, but she couldn’t talk to him while he shouted and ranted at her. She couldn’t sit there and listen to the accusations.
Climbing on top of her quilt, she pulled one side over herself, curdled up into the fetal position and let the silent tears fall.
Chapter Twenty-One
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