Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“And I don’t like seeing my wife’s back to me in bed every night.”
“Touché.”
“Thank you, Vine.”
Viviana’s head jerked up, her eyes meeting his with a blaze of confusion swirling in the brown orbs. “For what?”
“Doing this.”
Anton made of point of dragging his gaze downward between them. The fur coat she wore had fell open, exposing her olive tone, silky smooth skin to his inspection. And damn, didn’t she look mighty fucking good for a twenty-nine-year-old mother of two.
He had long since committed her body to memory. There wasn’t a single inch of Viviana he didn’t know. From the flecks of gold in her eyes to the pink of her lips. The way her fingers wove with his and how her laugh felt like light air washing over his senses. She was still trim and toned, though her hips had widened slightly and a few white stretchmarks were scattered across her midsection from carrying two children. She was beautiful—always would be.
Viviana shivered under his stare as Anton did another one over. “And Christ, you know how much I like seeing fur against your skin. The mink is softer, though.”
“The mink needs a cleaning, I think.”
“I’ll buy you another—ten if need be—but the fox is good, too. I won’t feel so bad if I ruin it.”
Viviana grinned. “You’re awful. We’re wasting time talking.”
“My apologies.”
“Fuck me, then,” she whispered.
Anton let the sound of her soft tenor echo inside his soul before it shot straight down to his cock. He grabbed tight to her waist, letting her feel the pressure of his fingers dig into her soft flesh. Viviana didn’t flinch from the rough handling, and instead rocked her hips into his erection. “You don’t know what you do to me, my little Russian queen.”
“Oh, I think I do.” With those words, she reached down to stroke his member over his slacks. Heat swelled in Anton’s groin. “After all, I know how much my Russian likes his fur, hmm? How long has it been since you fucked me on your desk?”
Anton remembered asking her that same question long ago. “Too long.”
“I’d say. Hurry, boss.”
When Viviana called him that, Anton had no control. She damn well knew it, too. Anton stepped back far enough to give him room to turn Viviana around. She said she wanted to be bent over his desk, so that was exactly what he was going to give her. Her heels hit the floor with a click at the same time he pressed her front down over the oak top. Knickknacks fell to the floor as she pushed his closed laptop out of the way.
Anton yanked on the back of the white fur, pulling the coat down to give him a view of her shoulders and neck. It also effectively immobilized her arms behind her as he twisted the fox pelt around and around tight in his fist. The sleek waves of her hair had also gotten caught up in his grasp, pulling her neck back. Viviana sighed a contented mewl, letting him know she was enjoying the coarseness of his work.
“I take it we’re not going for nice and slow here, baby?”
Viviana laughed a breezy sound. “Nice and slow can come later. Use me, please.”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
She tossed him a glance over her shoulder. “And mine.”
“Always.”
Viviana hadn’t lied before. She wasn’t wearing a thing beneath the fur and given her position, the coat had ridden up the swell of her ass. Anton had the best view of her backside and pussy, but he wanted an even better one.
Anton reached down to the juncture at her legs, his palm snapping down to the inside of her thigh with a crack that reverberated. Instinctively, she widened her stance for him. Anton wanted her spread wider, so he tapped her again, lighter the second time. Viviana gasped at the slap before it turned into a breathy moan as his fingers found the fleshy lips of her sex.
Silky wetness saturated his digits as he stroked along the seam of her pussy. Without a word, he slipped his fingers in, delighting in how strong her inner walls hugged his intrusion. Slowly, he continued pumping his fingers into her body, watching the bliss flutter over her features while she laid herself flat to the desk again.
“So wet for me, Vine. Let me hear the music you make when I fuck you with my fingers.”
Viviana did just what he wanted, the quiet moans of ecstasy falling into the dark space. Anton kept up the rhythm of his fingers until she was shaking through her first release, her fluids soaking his palm as he curled them hard into her g-spot. He adored the way her body responded for him. Giving her pleasure was easy—she craved it, and he desired nothing more than to make her feel it.
Too long, indeed.