“And you should know, the only reason I haven’t peeled you out of this goddamn dress is because I promised my father I’d attend.” I tug her closer, my cock hard on her back. “Otherwise, you’d be naked right now, on that table, spread open for me, while I enjoy my own little Christmas dinner.”
Leah turns around, a riveting smile curving her plush mouth. “We better hurry back home, then.”
“I think it’s cute that you think I won’t have you before the night’s end.”
Laughing, she rises to her toes and kisses me. “If you think we’re having sex at your father’s house, you’re dead wrong.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“Mikhail, no! Absolutely not.” I lift her and throw her over my shoulder before she can stop me. “What are you doing?” she asks, breaking into fits of laughter.
“The sooner we leave, the sooner I eat.”
RESIDENCE OF NIKOLAI & NATALIA PETROV
I see my father kiss his wife, tenderly touching her rounded belly before she says her goodbyes and leaves the office. Despite my initial reservations due to their age gap, he’s never looked happier. Glancing at my girl beside me, I realize I’m no one to judge. And I can’t help feeling overjoyed that he’s found someone to lift him from the darkness after a decade and give him things he thought he’d never have.
Baby Norah will be here soon, and she’ll be the most spoiled and protected baby in Chicago.
“Mikhail,” he says in Russian, “you’re welcome to stay until we secure assets and reinforce our allies and businesses in Texas.”
My arm instinctively curls around Leah’s waist.
“And, of course, you too, Leah,” he says, the corners of his eyes creasing with a smile. When he officially accepts the woman I love, the weight of some unknown stress, one I didn’t know I carried, lifts from my shoulders.
“Thank you,” she replies, returning his smile.
My father rounds his massive desk and claps my chest. “Dinner is in about thirty minutes.
The keys and paperwork to your property are in my top drawer if you want to take a look.” “We’ll catch up,” I say as he exits.
“That went better than I thought it would.”
“I knew he’d love you.”
I pull open the desk drawer and search for the paperwork he mentioned.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mikki. It’s only day one.”
When I pull the file with my name, a white and blue box hidden beneath it draws my
attention. I couldn’t be happier for my dad and his wife, but I sure as fuck don’t want the visuals coming to mind when I stumble on his stash of lube.
“That old, dirty bastard.”
Leah’s mouth hangs open, amusement lighting up her face. “Are you talking about your dad?
“Yeah,” I laugh, tossing her the unopened package.
Caught off guard, she scrambles to catch it mid-air, then bursts into laughter. “Mikhail! Why are you touching your dad’s lube? Let that man live.”
I set the files down and reach for her, tucking her body between my legs as I lean on the edge of the desk. “I don’t blame him. I’m still going to be bending, breaking, and ravaging you every fucking chance I get when I’m his age.”
“Are you?” she says, levering up to kiss me.
“I’ll never get tired of your pretty cunt, my love.” If there are only two things I can give her in life, they would be orgasms and reasons to make her laugh.
“Good to know.”
I glance at my watch. “We have twenty-five minutes.”
“Until dinner?”
“No, for you to let me fold you over this desk and put that little box to good use.”
She shakes her head, a smile from ear to ear. “Not happening, Mikki.”
As she attempts to pull away, I tug her back and push her body against the wood, my hand sliding up her thigh. “I’ve been walking around all goddamn night with a hard-on because of this little dress. You’ve noticed me eye-fucking you, haven’t you, pretty girl? And I know you like it.”
“No,” she whispers, spreading her thighs for me.
I slip a finger into her thong, and she’s soaking wet. “Liar.”
“Fuck.”
“There it is. That’s my girl. Open up a little more.” Pushing her chest against the desk, I shove the sinful dress above her ass. “So fucking beautiful, moya lyubov’.” “Mikhail...the door isn’t locked, baby.”
