The dress slipped down my body and dropped to the floor.
Kazimir grunted and kept his eyes on my face. He didn’t even sneak a look at my body as he handed me the jeans off the hanger. “Why are you changing?”
“Because we should go back through the tunnels.” I stepped into my jeans one leg at a time. “I like that everyone thinks that we’re dead. Now, they’ll chill out and stop trying to kill us.”
“I agree.” He stepped closer to me.
I grabbed the jean’s zipper to finish putting on my jeans.
Blocking my actions, Kazimir placed his hands on the top of mine and zipped my pants up, buttoning them at the top. “Do you always have a change of clothes in your office?”
“Tons of them.” I grabbed my shirt.
His fingers still lingered at the top of my jeans. They never moved. Hot sex radiated off him. So close, I found it difficult to put on my shirt.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“I will be.” I pulled the shirt over my head and put it on.
Still, his hands remained on the top of my jeans, even as the bottom of the shirt touched his palms. “Whatever you need, I will give you. Did Kennedy have—”
“I don’t want to talk about Kennedy anymore.” I sighed.
“Okay.”
“And. . .I will need. . .something.”
“Tell me and I will give it to you, Emily.”
Should I? Do I even have the time? Is this crazy?
Studying his handsome face, I placed my hands on his as he still touched my jean’s button. My world was spinning and somehow, I hoped his hands could anchor me.
“Once we get answers,” I said, “I want you to take care of me. . .”
Kazimir’s thick accent lowered to a soft groan. “Take care of you?”
It was hard to ask. Especially since I was feeling crazy and sad at the same time. “Sex is like a drug for me. It makes me high. It helps me forget things that I don’t want to remember.”
Gripping the top of my jeans harder, he slowly pulled me to him. “I’ll do that and more, Emily. Whatever you need. Let’s get your answers and then I’ll take care of you. Later, we’ll get my answers, and pray that Harlem survives.”
He licked his lips. “And whether Harlem makes it or not, I’ll take care of you again.”
And I realized that for these few moments, I didn’t have to change into new clothes. I didn’t have to outthink or outsmart anyone. I could simply shed my clothes and leave this reality. Run away from these problems and sad thoughts.
For these few moments, I could just get lost in him.
Chapter 14
Kazimir
Standing just inches from her, I touched her bottom lip with my thumb, thinking about how sweet her kisses were and what they did to me.
Her office’s soft, muted light graced the contours of her cheekbones and full lips.
“That sounds good.” Emily didn’t move my hands from her jeans, and her face didn’t show relief after what I’d said. She was in pain, suffering from the mourning of her friend and the possible deceit of her brother.
And how am I, knowing that my stepbrother tried to kill me? I’m not happy at all. I need to fuck my anger away.
Tears collected along the rims of her eyes. She turned away as if hiding her pain.
Don’t hide it from me, mysh.
I stroked her cheek, forcing her to look at me. “It will be okay, Emily.”
“Is it ever okay?”
“Yes.”
“Then, you’ve been luckier than me.”
“Good. Then, I can show you the way.” Something hot and heavy collected in my gut. I got an urge to protect her from anything and everything. Due to today’s events, I was too edgy, too anxious, and too ready to fuck all the craziness away.
And I had to fuck Emily.
It was the only way to clear my head and get me back to where I needed to be.
And she craved it just as much as me. I could see it in her eyes and the way she arched her back, pushing those full breasts in the air. Then, she changed in front of me. I hadn’t looked, but it was enough to drive me off the ledge. My balls were heavy and hungry for release. My cock wanted to be deep inside of her.
She inched closer to me. “Thank you.”
I hated how sad and weak she sounded. Her friend had been killed. Her brother possibly deceived her. Death and betrayal, those were things I understood.
Oh, mysh. Don’t worry. I’ll show you how to navigate through pain.
Not thinking, I kissed her, trying to suck all her hurt away. I moved my hands from the front of her jeans and slipped along her hips, cupping her fat ass in my hands.
“I could take care of you now, if you need it.” I squeezed the softness of her ass. “I damn sure need it.”
A moan was her only response.
I was sure Luka heard it outside of the office door. How he must’ve thought I was a mad man.
After everything that occurred, the last thing I needed to be doing was fucking. But sex would happen, because my body ached just like hers, and my heart ached too. And the only thing that could stop the pain in my chest was filling Emily with my cock, going deep inside of her and getting lost.
I glared at the door, wishing I could lock it with my mind. I didn’t want to let go of her to shut it, but I didn’t want Luka to walk in on me fucking Emily. Because she would be spread out on that desk, naked and taking all of me. And no one should see that beautiful vision but me.
“Please, help me forget everything for a few moments.” She kissed me back.
“Oh, Emily, it may be more than a few moments.” My cock hardened in my pants. I’d been ready for her hours ago, when she first walked to my limo.
I guided her back to her desk and she undressed, truly exposing herself. At first, her jeans and shirt dropped to the floor.
A beautiful gold heart locket sat on her lovely cleavage.
She’d worn a violet bra and matching panties, French lace trimmed silk. She knew what she did to me. She had to. In those panties, I could see the outline of her pussy. Plump and sweet. The softest place on earth. I yearned to be buried inside her soon. My mouth watered at the thought.
I raised my hands to her bra, touched the front clasp, and then raked my fingers over the delicate fabric, toying with her, making her ache for what could come next. My fingers caressed the bare skin at the hollow of her throat before sliding down to the tops of her breasts.
I yearned to touch her so badly. She sucked in a breath, causing her chest to rise, and I swore she extended her breasts to me, craving more of my touch.
Shivering under my fingers, she watched my reaction, probably getting off on the power. How many other women could have me this out of control?
No one else. Let’s hope she doesn’t know.
“I need this.” She moved my hands, undid the bra’s clasp, and let it slip down her body and onto the desk. Chocolate nipples floated on brown, pillowy breasts. Studying me, she touched her nipples with both hands, just for several sweet seconds, and it caused a hitch in my throat.
I wanted her to hurry up with undressing. I needed to rip those panties away, but I’d already lost control. She didn’t need to see the evidence of my impatience.
She slid her panties off next and tossed them at me. They flew over my shoulder. I couldn’t keep my smirk away.