TEN
Nikita
I almost kissed her.
That isn't the only thing that I wanted to do, seeing Lucy dancing on that platform, swaying those sexy hips, her perky breasts peeking out from the sliver of fabric covering her body.
What the hell was Anton thinking, putting her up on the stage to dance?
I guide her aside, and slip out of my office before my raging hard-on forces me to do something regrettable.
Lucy has given no indication that she likes me or wants anything to do with me. She's only sticking around because she needs me to protect her. And I'm not about to soil my reputation or hurt her out of some animalistic need inside me.
Even if she is fucking hot to watch and makes my cock pulsate with her gyrating hips.
I storm down the stairs and find Anton on the club floor. I throw back my fist and land a blow to his face.
"What the fuck, man?" he shouts. Anton is smart enough not to fight back. Not unless he wants to end up dead.
"You put her on the dance floor!"
"Who?" Anton's brow is furrowed until the realization of who I'm talking about hits him. "The new girl?"
"Lucy has no business dancing," I snarl, and he steps out of my way before I can land a second blow to his face. Not that I'm trying, but he's cautious. He takes several quick steps backward toward the hallway, and I follow him. If he's trying to get away, he will be sorely disappointed that I'm not letting him run.
"Two girls called in sick. A third quit recently. I need dancers, and Lucy has a smoking hot body. Didn't she look great on stage?" Anton quips with a wry grin. "Come on, man, thank me for it. You know you've been dying to see her tits and ass."
I land another blow to Anton's face, and while he attempts to duck, he's not fast enough. I spent months in high school wrestling and boxing. I'm well-versed in fighting, whether it's dirty or not. "Don't ever talk about Lucy like that again, and she's off-limits as a dancer."
"Why?" Anton doesn't know when to shut his mouth.
"I'm your fucking boss. I make the rules." That should be reason enough.
He rolls his eyes, and I restrain myself from kneeing him in the groin and making him double over in pain. "Stay away from her. She's mine!" I turn and head back upstairs, pausing as I reach the door to my office.
My heart hammers in my chest. Lucy is just on the other side of the door, waiting for me. I swallow my doubts, yank the door open and stare at her. She's wearing my suit coat, and she looks absolutely fuckable.
She's sitting at the edge of my desk, her legs slightly spread, and while she's wearing a thong, there isn't much under that coat. Lucy is irresistible.
I want to fuck her.
I slam the door shut behind myself, and she leans forward, her hands clenched to the edge of the wooden desk at either side.
The fuck-me pumps don't hurt the ensemble, either. Maybe Anton was on to something, dressing her up, showing her off. But damn, I don't want anyone else looking at her the way I do, the way I want to as I undress her and ravish her.
I long to hear her scream my name as I drive my cock inside her.
Exhaling a breath, she glances me over. "Am I in trouble?" Her cheeks are rosy, her green eyes dark with lust.
Gosh, I wish this was her doing and her fault. Then, I'd have a reason to bend her over my desk and punish her. But she's not the one to blame. Anton is at fault.
I stalk toward the desk, my fingers tangling in her hair, pushing her hair back out of her face. "You're not the one in trouble, Malish," I say.
"Malish?" she asks, tilting her head just slightly.
I don't dare tell her it's a pet name that means baby. She's mine. I don't want to share her with anyone. Her breath teases me, and I lean in but don't kiss her.
The heat between us could set the room ablaze.
Her breathing deepens. She's aroused, and whether it's the dancing or being this close in proximity, I can sense that she wants me. Like an animal in heat, I'm ready to ravage her. But I hold back long enough to ensure there will be no regrets. I'm not forcing this on her.
She works for me.
She's my employee, and she lives under Mikhail's roof. Let's not make things more complicated than they already are, given the circumstances.
"Do you want me?" Lucy whispers, her tongue swiping her bottom lip. Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but I hear all that she has to say and more that she's telling me without words.
"I've wanted you since I laid eyes on you." It's not a lie. At the club, the first time we met, I would have loved to have fucked her in my office. The fantasy is still there, primal.
She grabs me by the tie and pulls me closer. Her lips cover mine, and I let one hand guide her mouth closer, and my other hand wanders down into my suitcoat that she's wearing, between her thighs.
"You're wet," I whisper, feeling her coat my digits. "Is that from dancing or for me?" I ask.
She blushes and glances at my lips as I stand towering over her. "You," her words are soft and sexy. They're my undoing.
I push her panties aside, teasing her lips, and she buries her face in my neck. The moan is heavenly and loud. Thank god the music downstairs is loud, or undoubtedly someone would have heard her scream, even with the nearly soundproof walls.
I cover her lips, pushing my coat off her body, and rip away at the sparkly panties that barely cover her pussy lips. I want to lick, suck, and taste her warmth, but that can wait. Right now, the need to fuck her is overwhelming.
Lucy is an eager participant and slides her legs wider for me, letting me glimpse at her glistening pussy as I tease her lips and circle her clit. She gasps and bucks her hips, unable to hold still. The girl would do well to be tied down and fucked.
Her fingers tug at my belt, attempting to loosen the buckle, but she's practically helpless as I tease her relentlessly, driving her wild.
"Do you want me to fuck you like a good little girl?" I ask.
Her heavy lids open, and she nods, gasping for breath. "Yes, please."
I'm not ready to give in to either of our needs. I want her to be prepared for me when I enter her. I loosen my belt buckle and let my pants drop. Stepping out of my trousers, I glide two digits inside of her warmth. She tightens, and her hips move in unison.
"You're not to come yet," I command.
Lucy whimpers in protest.
"Not until I fuck you with my cock," I say.
"Please, please fuck me." She's restless and raspy. Her voice comes out needy, and her body responds in kind. A beautiful blush covers her chest, her cheeks, all the way down to her glistening, swollen pussy.
She smells incredible, like sex. I want to taste her, touch her, fuck her.
My cock throbs, and I want to fill her and drive myself inside her tight little hole, listening to her beg me to let her come.