“There you are. My cousin’s new obsession.” Smiling, Misha types in a command. “Let’s get a good look at you. Why is Kazimir so excited to get back to you?”
His laptop screen fills with your face.
Oh.
Shock hits him. “Beautiful.”
You’re reading something on your screen.
The light from your device flickers across your face and Misha stares at the curve and fullness of your lips for a long time.
He pictures them parting, opening to receive his kiss and he wonders if you would taste like cherries.
Oh my. This won’t be boring at all.
Misha zooms your camera out and gets a better look at your body.
No wonder my cousin is going crazy.
Intrigued, he licks his lips. “You’re enchanting.”
The light from your device flickers across your face again. He stares at you with wide eyes, and then he moves his gaze to your breasts.
“Hmmm.” Misha’s cock jerks in his pants.
A ragged breath leaves him.
I wonder if Kazimir will share you with me.
Misha looks at your tantalizing face.
Instead of properly monitoring your behavior, Misha’s still wondering what your tongue would taste like if he kissed you.
He’s wondering if you would moan from his tongue licking your nipples or lapping at your clit.
He’s wondering what it would feel like to kiss you, what it would feel like to push his cock into your warm wet pussy.
Would you let him slip his cock along your chin? Let him stuff it into your mouth? Let him pump and pump his cock between your lips?
And he can’t think of why you’ve caused this sudden reaction. Many women are beautiful, but you are more.
So much more.
His mind reels with the discovery of you.
You’re captivating. You’re unique. You’re one of a kind.
“Fuck.” Misha’s cock hardens. “You’re not even naked and I’m turned on.”
His heart rate quickens, and his breathing runs frantic like a racehorse. Hot arousal courses through his body and leaves him in a state of longing.
“I wish I could tell you how much I instantly adore you. No.” Misha grips the edge of the desk. “I wish I could show you how much I adore you.”
His eyelids grow heavy with passionate lust.
Suddenly feeling hot, Misha pulls off his shirt, revealing his tattoo covered muscular chest. The tattoo is a holy cross made up of binary code—01010. And all he can imagine is your lips kissing every 0 and licking every 1. All he can picture is your mouth sliding down his sculpted muscles and straight to his cock.
“I should pay you a visit.” He grits his teeth. “You’re only a flight away.”