Love Thy Enemy

by Katie Reus

  Ever.

  This woman owned him, had from practically the moment they’d hired her. It didn’t matter that this was wrong on multiple levels. He couldn’t get enough of her and now that he knew she wanted him back…

  No, no, no. She should be shoving him back, telling him that he was an asshole and that she was going to file a sexual harassment charge against him. That was what she should do, he told himself. She was too good for him, far too sweet.

  And his assistant. They shouldn’t be doing this.

  But when she moaned again and kissed him harder, completely melting against him, he lost his mind. How many times had he fantasized about doing this, about doing so much more than this?

  Blindly reaching out, he locked his office door with his free hand and pulled back to look down at her, still cupping the back of her head.

  Her dark hair was tousled and her lips slightly swollen, her dark eyes dilated with desire. When she touched her tongue to her bottom lip, tasting him on her own mouth, he didn’t fight the groan that escaped. He could imagine her tongue stroking him everywhere, wished she had her mouth wrapped around his cock right now.

  They both stared at each other, breathing hard, and even though he knew this was a mistake, he couldn’t seem to make himself stop.

  And not touching her wasn’t an option. This woman pushed him to the very edge of his control. He wanted to protect her in a way he’d never imagined. He wanted to give her anything she wanted, to give her so much pleasure she never walked away from him.

  Slowly, he went down onto his knees in front of her. He was going to taste all of her, feel her wetness on his tongue. He’d fantasized too many times what she’d taste like, how she’d sound as he gave her pleasure. She watched him, wide-eyed, her breathing growing more erratic.

  “Tell me to stop,” he growled, barely hanging onto his control. Once he put his mouth to her, once he got a taste of her, he wasn’t stopping until she came against his tongue.

  She shook her head, her expression slightly dazed.

  He knew he should demand that she vocalize it, but fuck it. He was a selfish bastard. He wanted to taste her, wanted to show her how good things could be between them. He wasn’t above tying her to him with sex, at least at first. He would just get her addicted to him.

  Keeping his gaze pinned to hers he shoved her pencil skirt up to her hips to reveal bright red… He slid his hands up the back of her thighs and didn’t stop until he cupped her smooth, bare ass. Yep, thong.

  He groaned. His cock shoved insistently against his zipper but that would just have to wait.

  “I’ve wondered what you wear underneath your clothes,” he rasped out.

  She still watched him, a mix of nerves and lust clear on her pretty face. “Really?” she whispered.

  “All the fucking time,” he growled. “I stroke myself off thinking about it, about you.”

  Her shiny lips parted, her chest rising and falling, but she didn’t say anything. Just watched him. He wanted to see her completely naked, to have her stretched out underneath him as he worshiped her entire body.

  He wanted to see her lose every bit of her control and to stake his claim, to ruin her for any other man. Hell yeah, he wanted her so damn addicted to him that he was all she could think about. Because the truth was, she was all he could think about. He’d forced himself to keep his distance whenever he could, but there were times when he hadn’t been able to stay away. He’d search her out, ask for stupid menial tasks just so he could talk to her, see her face to face.

  Even though he wanted to thrust into her over and over and lose himself inside her, for now he’d settle for making her come against his tongue.

  “You wet, baby?” he rasped out, his heart thundering against his ribs. She was so fucking gorgeous, all aroused and waiting to see what he did next.

  Her eyes were a little glazed over, as if she couldn’t believe they were doing this. Well, he couldn’t either.

  She nodded, her cheeks flushing pink as she licked her lips.

  Still keeping his gaze on hers, he slowly pulled the front of her thong to the side before sliding his finger between her soft folds. Just a tease, a bare touch that made him shudder.

  She was soaked.

  He swallowed a rough groan. “Does arguing with me get you hot?”

  “You get me hot,” she breathed out, her words unsteady. Her fingers slid through his hair, her touch tentative.

  It was exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Inhaling her sweet scent he leaned forward and swiped his tongue along her folds. Moaning, she jerked against his face and he lost it.

  Grasping one of her ankles, he lifted her leg over his shoulder, spreading her open wider for him.

  “Abram…” Her voice was nervous, unsteady.

  “You want to stop, baby?” He hated to even ask, but he wanted her comfortable, for there to be no room for regret.

  “No.” But she still seemed nervous.

  He sucked with words, had no idea how to reassure her. He just wanted to make her feel good. That, he knew he could do. Leaning forward again, he flicked his tongue over her clit and she let out the sweetest moan of pleasure.

  He teased the sensitive nub again, adding more pressure even as he slid a finger inside her. “You’re so tight,” he moaned against her.

  He imagined what she’d feel like wrapped around his cock, milking him until he was completely sated. Though for how he felt he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of Lucy. Thoughts of her had been consuming him for months. She was his secret addiction. He hadn’t been lying; he jerked off to thoughts of her more than he would admit.

  Lucy gasped and rolled her hips again, her inner walls clenching around him as he added another finger into her tight body. She was biting her lower lip now, her cheeks flushed, eyes glowing with need.

  Her fingers dug into his scalp as he continued teasing her clit, flicking his tongue against it over and over. The more pressure he added, the more she jerked against him, practically riding his face.

  He wanted to lie flat on his back and let her do it from above, to completely bury his face in her sweet pussy.

  “Abram.” Her body jerked and he knew she was going to come, could feel the way her inner walls convulsed faster and faster. “Oh…”

  When her fingers dug into his scalp he savored the sweet bite of pain as she fell over the edge, her breathing out of control, her cries of pleasure music to his ears as she reached climax.

  He didn’t stop licking her until she gasped “Too much,” the words coming out breathless.

  Feeling almost drunk, he looked up to find her staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes. She looked as if she’d been thoroughly fucked, which she had, by his tongue. Too bad it hadn’t been his cock yet. But it would soon. Tonight, if he had any say about it.

  But not up against his office door. She deserved better than that. He wanted to take her back to his place, to completely worship her body, bring her orgasm after orgasm. Then he wanted to talk about their future, because he couldn’t let her walk away after this.

  They both jumped at the sound of a soft knocking coming from the outer office. “Hello? Mr. Ivanov?” a male voice called out.

  “Oh God,” Lucy rasped out, her expression morphing to one of horror. Her eyes widened as she slid her leg off his shoulder. Her legs wobbled and he set a hand on her hip to steady her, a rush of masculine pride roaring through him. He’d loved making her come against his tongue, loved that he’d made her unravel. Avoiding his gaze, she shoved her skirt down with trembling hands as he pushed to his feet.

  He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his face. His fingers smelled like Lucy and sex so he just shoved his hand in his pocket. He didn’t want to lose that scent.

  He also didn’t want her to regret anything because he certainly didn’t. “Lucy—”

  She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about this here,” she rushed out, her cheeks crimson. She quickly turned away from him, smoothing her
hair down before she jerked the door open.

  One of his drivers and another employee who worked in HR were standing in the doorway. Fuck. He couldn’t chase after Lucy now, not when it was clear two employees needed to talk to him. He didn’t want to embarrass her and he wasn’t sure if they’d heard anything. From their expressions he didn’t think so, but who the hell knew.

  He nodded once at Kir. “I’ll be down in twenty,” he said.

  The HR employee asked, “Got a few minutes?”

  “Yeah.” Even if all he wanted to do was chase after his very sexy assistant who was covertly trying to make her escape. She’d gone into Viktor’s office but Abram knew that as soon as he stepped back into his own she’d be leaving for the night.

  To escape him and what had happened here.

  If she thought she could run from him, she was very much mistaken. Now that he’d tasted her come, felt her climax against his face, he didn’t think he was ever letting her go.

  * * *

  Viktor wiped his damp palms against his pants as he headed up to Dominique’s condo. He hadn’t been this nervous in…

  He’d never been this nervous. It was ridiculous.

  She was on the second floor of a small, Mediterranean-style complex. It was in a good area and had decent security. Not good enough for her though. He’d never been particularly protective of anyone before. Well, other than his mother, but he’d been a child when she’d died. And of course Lucy.

  But the protectiveness he felt for Dominique was very different. He wanted to put himself between her and anything that might ever threaten her. He wanted to make sure she never got hurt again. When he reached her door it swung open before he could knock.

  As usual his heart rate kicked up at the sight of her. She had on a green and white summer dress that fell a little lower than mid-thigh. With her legs it was pretty much guaranteed that anything showing off all that skin looked good on her. She’d left her pale blonde hair down so that it fell in soft waves around her shoulders and face.

  “I was waiting for you,” she said, her light laugh just a little nervous. “Did you want to come in for a drink before we head out?”

  He wanted to say yes, but shook his head. Viktor didn’t want to know more about her, to see more of her life, because it would just show him what he couldn’t have.

  He was only here tonight because she wanted to talk about the contract. Okay, that was a lie—he wanted to spend time with her. But he knew that she was only here for one reason. So he wouldn’t pretend otherwise. And going into her place and having a drink before they went out sounded like something people on dates did. This wasn’t a date. “I wasn’t sure where you would want to go so I chose a place on the beach. Cuban food, and mainly locals eat there.”

  “Sounds good.” She grabbed her purse, which was more of a small pocketbook than anything, before shutting the door behind her.

  “Don’t you need to set your alarm?” he asked as she locked her door.

  Her eyes widened slightly as she turned to him. “Ah…I don’t have a system. Well, my place is wired for it. I just don’t have a paid service right now.”

  He frowned as she fell in step beside him.

  “What?”

  He lifted a shoulder. It wasn’t as if she was his. He had no say over her life. “Nothing. I brought a couple copies of the contract,” he said. “If there’s something you don’t like we can fix it, but I think you’ll be okay with it. You should still have an attorney look at it, regardless.”

  “I lied,” she blurted as they reached the stairs. “I don’t want to talk about the contract.”

  Ah, here it came. Keeping his expression neutral, he braced himself for what she was going to say. His brother had been right. Maybe she’d asked him out tonight to—

  “I just wanted to spend time with you. As in…a date.” She cringed, guilt flickering in her dark eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have just been honest with you.”

  He blinked in surprise, wondering when she’d drop the punch line, but he realized she was being serious. “You want to go on a date with me?”

  She nodded, looking almost miserable. “I shouldn’t have used the contract as an—”

  “It’s fine.” His words came out more harshly than he’d intended. Viktor cleared his throat. All his muscles tightened as her words sank in. She wanted to go out with him. For no other reason than she wanted to spend time with him. “I would like to take you out as well.” He inwardly cringed at how formal he sounded. But everything about this woman made him forget how to function.

  Her cheeks flushed the sexiest shade of pink. “Okay, then. No contract talk tonight?”

  “None.”

  “Good.” She lightly curled her fingers around his upper arm and gave him a soft, almost shy smile that made him half desperate to kiss her. He could easily imagine her hands stroking over his naked body and had to shut that thought down. “I’m hungry. Let’s get out of here.”

  He was hungry too, but not for food. Keeping that thought at bay, he nodded once. The feel of her fingers grazing him ever so lightly was heaven and hell.

  This woman made him want too much.

  That was a very dangerous thing. The last time he’d fallen for a woman he’d learned too late that everything they’d shared was a lie. That she’d felt nothing for him. The shame of that memory flared inside him now, nearly consuming him. It also reminded him why he only used escorts. There was never any question of where they stood.

  But when he looked at the beautiful woman on his arm he knew that he wouldn’t be able to simply walk away from Dominique, no matter how great the risk.

  Even if she did have ulterior motives, a dark part of him didn’t care if she used him. He’d let himself be used by her if it meant he got a taste of her in the bargain.

  Chapter 8

  Dominique couldn’t fight the jitters humming through her as Viktor opened the front door of the restaurant leading out into the parking lot. Dinner with him had been fun, even if he had seemed awkward at times. If anything, it endeared him even more to her.

  He truly was nothing like she’d expected.

  When he placed his big hand at the small of her back she could feel the heat of his touch straight to her skin. And she wondered what it would feel like to have him touching her bare skin. She’d been thinking about it all through dinner and questioning if she’d lost her mind. More than anything, she wondered if he’d be sensual, gentle…maybe a little rough.

  “Thank you for dinner,” she murmured. Her flat sandals crunched over the gravelly parking lot as they made their way to his SUV. She was glad that he hadn’t had a driver tonight, that it was just them. She kept obsessing, wondering if he was going to kiss her—and really hoping he would. Everything about him screamed sex and power, and she really, really wanted to see what it would be like to lose herself with a man like Viktor.

  He grunted a non-response before clearing his throat. “I’d like to take you out again. Tomorrow.”

  Yep, those butterflies were out of control in her stomach right about now. “I’d like that too,” she said as they reached the passenger-side door.

  Instead of opening the door for her, he gripped the handle and looked down at her, his body turned toward hers. She wondered what it would be like if he pressed her up against the vehicle and kissed her senseless, just took complete control. She squeezed her legs together at the thought. Everything about Viktor screamed power and control, and she found that she liked that. A lot. In college she’d dated a little, and when she hung out with her girlfriends they usually brought guys.

  Now, the guys she’d dated or gone out with seemed like boys. There was nothing boyish about Viktor. He had a hard, dangerous edge to him that shouldn’t fascinate her so much, but…she couldn’t help herself.

  When he reached out to cup her cheek, she sucked in a slight breath. His palm was callused and she liked the feel of it against her skin. There was nothing soft about this man. Her nipples bea
ded tightly against her bra at his simple touch.

  His gaze fell to her mouth as he stroked a gentle thumb across her cheek. There was something intense about the moment as he looked down at her. When he looked at her like that she felt as if she was the only person who existed for him.

  On instinct, she arched her body into his, erasing the space between them. He seemed to be keeping a wall up between them, but if he was going to kiss her, she wanted to feel him pressed up against her, feel that huge body on hers. And she really hoped he would take control. She might not know exactly what she wanted in a relationship or even sex, but deep down she thought that might be something she needed to be satisfied with a partner. For most of her life she’d towered over men, and while she was confident in who she was, she wanted a man who made her feel treasured and who could take complete control.

  He murmured something in Russian, the words harsh sounding before he lowered his mouth to hers.

  She closed her eyes as his lips barely touched hers—and cried out as a hard hand shoved into the middle of her back, sending her flying into Viktor. Her purse was ripped from her hand as she slammed into him. His back collided with the side mirror as her nose rammed against his chest. Tears stung her eyes from the abrupt impact.

  She held onto him, trying to steady herself, but he grasped her upper arms and quickly shoved her behind him just as she heard the squeal of tires and flying gravel. Had someone been waiting in a car for this?

  “Stay put,” he ordered, pulling out a gun before racing to the back of the SUV.

  Shock punched through her at the sight of the gun, but she swiped at the tears on her cheeks and stayed crouched by the front tire.

  He let out a string of angry Russian words she was pretty sure were curses, before turning back to her. “He’s gone. He had a getaway driver.”