“How do you know my name?”
The guy pointed at Oleg disappearing into an elevator.
“Okay.” I grabbed the room key and headed that way.
The guy followed along. “And your room is 1010, sir.”
“Thanks.” I got that too, finding it difficult as I kept my hold onto Valentina.
Her voice rose with the lyrics.
“Oh my God.” I shook my head as I got into my elevator.
“What?” she asked. “You don’t love my singing?”
“It’s not that you can’t sing, Valentina. It’s that you should never sing again.”
She frowned. “No one’s every said that.”
“Because they’re afraid your brother will kill them.”
“I could kill them myself.”
“That’s the other reason.” I pressed the button for the tenth floor and let her down.
She pouted.
“That pouting shit doesn’t work on me. I’m from NY, baby.”
She pounded her chest. “I’m from Harlem. The baddest place in the world. Well, Maxwell, let me take you to the cold parts of Siberia one day.”
“Good point.”
“And the pouting does work on you.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Yes, it does.”
We arrived at the tenth floor. For some reason, I decided to lift her back up and carry her down the long hall. This time, she didn’t sing, but she stared at me, and it made my cock ache.
We entered her room. It was immaculate. Everything I figured someone would get for a spoiled princess like herself. After checking out her plane, I expected nothing less.
“Are you sleepy?” I gazed down at her.
“Yes.” But, she didn’t look sleepy. Lust filled her eyes. “Take me to my room.”
“You want me to take you to your bed?”
“You know I do.” She licked her lips.
“I told you not to play with me, Valentina.”
“I’m not playing.”
“You are.”
Still…
We hit her room.
My dick is going to get me in trouble tonight. I could already see my fucking obituary: “Maxwell, brother to Emily, died in a Four Seasons hotel suite with his dick dangling outside his pants.”
Cursing myself, I lay her down and turned on the bedside lamp. She let out a deep breath as she snuggled into the covers. “And will I get a story before you put me to sleep?”
I sat down next to her. “That’s what you want? You want a story?”
“No.”
“No.” I shook my head. “What do you want, Valentina?”
“You’re the one that wants to hear my moan.”
“But you’re the one that wants me to make you moan.”
She batted her lids and spoke with that thick, sexy accent. “How could I not, Maxwell? You are a very sexy man.”
I gave her dress a tug and it did nothing at all.
Her voice went low. “Tear it off.”
Wild lust roared through me.
Smiling, I ripped the dress off.
Yep. This is stupid, but…let me just smell the pussy one more time.
I grabbed the top of the dress and tore it away. She gasped as the material easily came apart in my hands, leaving her naked. Her breasts popped out, pale white with rosy nipples jiggling at the top. She wore no bra or panties. I threw the dress behind me, not caring where it landed. The thought of her being this bare around me the whole time drove me crazy.
She licked her lips.
The movement drove me to the edge, pushing insanity through my blood. Now, I didn’t just want to fuck her. I yearned to rub every part of me all over her.
I whispered, “Open your legs.”
She did like a good girl. My dick grew to attention, pushing against my jeans. Moonlight slipped into the window and glowed on those spread folds. I needed to get her under the covers and asleep before I had her legs over my shoulders, with my cock in between them.
“That’s a pretty pussy.” I bit my lip, wanting to bite into her flesh.
She twisted her lips. “Is pussy ever pretty?”
“Only a person with a pussy would ask that. To most men, any pussy can be beautiful at the right moment and time.”
“And is this the right moment and time?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“But you want to hear me moan?”
I did. Desire for her burned in every inch of my body. But I also didn’t know what part she played tonight. Although the pussy looked beautiful, it could be a trap to keep me distracted from the most obvious fact—she was trying to kill Em’s Russian.
If she was an enemy to the Russian, she was an enemy to me.
And no matter how sweet the pussy smelled or how delicious it looked, I wouldn’t go there unless I had my reasonable confirmations.
She raised a blonde eyebrow. “You don’t want me?”
“I do, but you come with complications.”
“Like what?”
“Like a dead ballerina.”
“You don’t even know what you’re talking about. You just heard a radio channel—”
“And Misha ran in the club with bloody ballerina slippers.”
“That’s a coincidence.”
“Bullshit.”
She closed her legs and frowned.
I hated that she did that. The sight was breathtaking. And I knew the truth. It wasn’t about the sweet look of her pussy. It was her. Everything about Valentina excited me. She was a curvy woman that held the reins of a huge empire. Regardless of her games and batting eyelashes, she made me hungry to taste her.
If only I’d met you another way.
She touched my face and then ran her hands down my chest. “I want you, Maxwell.”
I leaned into her hand, liking her touch. “Why?”
She trailed my chest with her fingers, following the lines of my tattoos. When she got to the top of my pants, she gripped them. My cock jerked.
“I want to see how big that cock is.”
“You can see now.”
“Can I?” She ran her hand over my chest and brought it down to the growing bulge in my lap.
A hot throbbing vibrated through me. “Take it out.”
“Take off your shirt…first.”
Reaching over my head, I grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled it up and off, giving her what she asked for.
She sharply inhaled.
I slung the shirt on the floor. “This is stupid.”
“Why?”
“I’m not going to fuck you.”
“Why not?”
“I think you might be my enemy.”
“I’m not.”
“You could be.”
“But even if I was…doesn’t fucking your enemy feel so good?”
“I don’t know, Valentina.” I licked my lips. “I’ve never fucked my enemy.”
“You should try it some time.” She pushed her body up against me, her naked chest hitting mine. Her soft curves melted against my hard muscle.
“Fuck, Valentina.” I brushed my lips against her forehead.
“Yes, fuck.” Reaching up, she locked her arms around my neck. “Come on. Our secret.”
Those words caused my restraint to explode. In the moment, I could no longer remember why I didn’t want to stick my dick inside of her. Suddenly, while I was erect, all rationality seemed stupid as fuck.