The Price of His Redemption

‘Precious and rare,’ Daniil finished the sentence for her in the nicest of ways.

‘It was,’ she said. ‘So I am getting myself on the Pill the very second I can...’

‘Come,’ Daniil said, his fingers working her, ‘and then we will see what you can do with that red mouth.’

She unbelted him just to feel him, and then his hand discontinued the delicious probe of her and her sob of frustration turned into a moan of pleasure as she freed him. Hard, erect, there was a bead of moisture at the tip that had her longing to lower her head, but instead she rose up a little, not just to his hand, which was back where she felt it belonged and bringing her closer to the boil, but her legs raised to have him nearer her heat.

Again he removed that skilled hand and guided her so that she hovered, and he stroked her now with the head of his cock and her lips twitched from the absence of his kiss.

‘Condom...’ she breathed, because she was fighting not to lower herself.

‘I don’t have any here.’

‘Please.’ Libby let out a half laugh of disbelief.

‘Why would I have them at work?’

He surprised her.

Always.

He pulled her down onto him just a little way. ‘I want to feel you come around me.’

‘You might, though.’

‘I have a lot of self-control...’

It was a risky game, but they were way past reading the fine print of the rule books. Yes, somewhere it would state that this was foolish at best, but the thought of him inside her unsheathed had Libby licking her lips. She’d never done it without a condom and she told him so.

‘Nor me.’

‘Just for a moment, then.’

He lowered her down, not all the way, and she let out a moan of both bliss and want.

He raised her and then lowered her again, watching his naked length being swallowed up and feeling the blissful wet warmth of her.

Then he pulled her hard down and watched her grimace.

‘Come on, baby,’ he said, thrusting into her. ‘I won’t last long.’

‘Talk about pressure...’ she said, but the only real pressure was building in her. He just moved her at his will. She was limp and compliant and then suddenly her spine felt rigid and she was shaking and her orgasm was so deep, so intense she cried out.

For Daniil, feeling her pleasure, her concentrated tightness around him was rapturous. Yes, he had self-control but even Libby felt the final swell and jerk of him just before he lifted her off. She held his shoulders and they both watched as he shot over her and her desire flickered back to life as he stroked himself empty, her hand coming down over his and their fingers mingling.

She’d never seen anything more sexy, never felt more adored, and in that moment she truly was.

His tongue was cold as he ignored the rule that had got them to this point and kissed her slack mouth and then they rested their foreheads on each other’s.

‘I want to curl up and go to sleep...’ Libby admitted, but what she didn’t admit was that she wanted to do that right there on his lap. She wanted the door to stay locked and the rest of the world to disappear and leave them alone.

Libby had never had such intense feelings for anyone—no man had ever moved her in the way that he did—but already he was peeling her off.

Her jelly legs moved to a stand and she looked down at her panties where they lay shredded on the floor.

‘Come on,’ he said, and at first she thought she was being shown the door but instead he took her into the adjoining bathroom and it was the lipstick he dealt with first because they were both wearing it. He wetted a cloth and discarded the evidence from her face and then he stripped her and they showered, kissing, kissing, kissing, washing each other, caring for each other. Then he turned off the taps and it was time to dress.

Now it was time for Daniil to pretend it was simply sex.

God, but he’d prefer that it was.

He loathed having somebody in his headspace, he dreaded letting another person get close.

She could feel the awkwardness descend and there was no frothy coffee this time, her marching orders were given.

‘I am expecting a client...’

‘Please don’t make excuses,’ she said, pulling on her dress and trying to get her arm in, which wasn’t very easy with a body that was damp. ‘I’m going.’

Now there was regret.

There was embarrassment on Libby’s part that she’d practically handed herself to him and also the knowledge that their behaviour had been risky.