“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

He let go of my wrist and began to finger the base of my shirt. “You took this.”

“Borrowed. I’ll get it washed and return it.”

“I like it.” He started to unbutton the shirt.

After overhearing the conversation with Ivan, I couldn’t help but wonder if he did this out of desire or duty. The last thing I wanted to be was a duty.

The shirt fell to the floor as he stood, pushing it off my shoulders. He took the straps of the crop top and slid them down my arms until they were underneath my bra. The catch was around the back, and Slavik had to be an expert as with the flick of his fingers, the bra was on the floor.

My mouth went dry.

He cupped my tits, pressing them together as both his thumbs teased across my nipples. Each strike had an answering pulse between my thighs.

He closed the distance between us, taking one nipple into his mouth. I moaned, reaching back to grasp the edge of the desk as he used his teeth. I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to stop the pleasure, but it was no good.

Slavik let go and cupped me between the thighs. Even though I wore jeans, he knew the right moves to touch me, and I couldn’t hold back my moan of pleasure.

He worked at the button and zipper of my jeans, the sounds filling the room as he pushed them down my thighs until they got to my knees. He stopped sucking at my tits to peel them off my body, and other than the shirt around my waist, I stood naked.

In quick easy moves, he had me sitting on the desk, legs wide, and his fingers teased my pussy. His expert fingers stroked from my entrance up to my clit.

“So wet. Exactly how I like you.”

His words shouldn’t affect me, but they did. In the back of my mind, all I could think about was pleasing him. I’d become a sucker, but I didn’t care. I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. Each stroke across my nub got me closer to that delicious peak.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice gruff. The demand easy to detect.

I opened my eyes, staring at him as he brought me closer to orgasm.

Slavik was the one in control. He wasn’t in any rush. My release began to build, but he slowed the pace down, giving me chance to enjoy it. Each time I tried to close my eyes, he’d stop touching me.

He drove me crazy until I finally gave him all the attention he needed.

“Now, look between your legs,” he said.

I wanted to disobey him, but I also didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. I loved it. The pleasure was out of this world, amazing. He knew how to rile me up and get me so close.