Page 78 of Her Selfless Warrior (Omega Sky)
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Go back to sleep.”
Hmmm, interesting answer. She did not say she would be right back.
Kostya threw back the covers and padded out to the living room. Lark was booting up her laptop and she didn’t hear him come up behind her. He stood there a few moments. He didn’t intend to peek, but he couldn’t help but notice that she had a set of headshots on her computer, all men, with their names and titles listed beneath them. It was reminiscent of how Dr. Lord and her team had been displayed.
“Who are they?”
Lark jerked as her head swiveled to look back up at him. “You scared me.”
“I didn’t mean to. Who are they?”
“They all work for Sanofi Manufacturing and Analytics. I’m pretty sure that a couple of them, or maybe all of them, are involved in brokering trade secrets.”
“Brokering?”
Lark turned away from her laptop so she could give him her full attention. “Kostya, if you want to have a real conversation on what I’m working on, you’re going to have to, at the very least, put on your boxers.”
“Honey, I wasn’t wearing any boxers.”
He watched as her eyes widened.
“Seriously?”
“Panty lines,” he dead-panned.
“You are kidding me, aren’t you?” a blush crawled up from underneath some skimpy piece of froth that she must use as a robe, but it really was nothing more than an invitation as far as he was concerned.
“God, you’re easy.” He thrust his fingers through her hair and bent in for a deep kiss. Still honey and peaches. Kostya’s other hand slid inside her robe, found her taut nipple, and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned, and he stored that sound along with every other memory he’d gathered since they’d arrived in her hotel room.
He pulled her up out of the desk chair and carried her back to the bed.
“I need to work.” She protested.
“You’re not sounding married to the idea,” he teased as he fell down onto the bed with her. “Give me some incentive to let you go.” Kostya pulled her robe off her.
“Okay. I will.” She scraped her fingers through his chest hairs and down his stomach until she circled his cock. Lark squeezed him, but it was too soft. Then she stroked up, then down. “Is this incentive enough?” Her whisper was a purr.
“Lick your hand and do that again,” he choked out the words.
As he watched her tongue slide across her palm, pre-cum trickled from the tip of his penis. Then her hot little hand was back, and as if she read his mind, she gripped him harder. Her touch had him gasping for breath.
“Convinced?”
“Huh?”
What in the hell is she talking about?
“Kostya?” She pumped his cock again.
He looked into her twinkling blue eyes.
Game on!
Her plump tits swelled in front of him like a feast. He ducked down and swallowed a tip deep into his mouth, relishing the feel of her satiny, soft flesh as he suckled it. He swirled his tongue around and around her nipple until she cried out his name. He didn’t even care that she was working him with two hands and he knew he wasn’t going to last. Nothing mattered but the feel of her, the taste of her. Her nipple was diamond-hard, and her cries got louder as he gently bit at her taut peak.
Her hands left him and she shoved him away.
“Fuck me! Hurry. Now!”
