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A faint flush creeps up her cheeks and she looks away, pretending to watch a group of older guys nearby as they laugh about something.
“I do both, stupid stories on women’s interest topics as well as more news-related stuff when my editor agrees. I want to move away from the fluff stuff and write more serious articles, but it’s taking time to persuade anyone to give me a break.”
“I see. So how long have you been investigating the mayor?” Sasha will be annoyed I’ve admitted I know what she’s up to. He thinks I’m stupid to draw attention to our many links to that asshole. But I don’t think Natalya will uncover anything connected to me. We keep our illegitimate business dealings well hidden.
“A while.” There’s a pause while she chews her plump lip. “He’s not a good person.”
That’s a fucking understatement. The slimeball is as twisted as they come.
“No, he’s not, and I’m worried you’re putting yourself in danger by writing about him.”
“I can take care of myself.” She straightens her back and looks at me. “I don’t need you to protect me.” We both know she does.
“I protect what’s mine.”
Her eyes narrow. “I’m not yours.”
“Is that so?” There’s a soft gasp when my hand slides up between her thighs. She tenses and looks around but nobody’s watching us. The lights are low up here, for privacy reasons, and there’s a table preventing anyone from seeing what’s happening below her waist.
My dick is hard but I ignore it. This is about her. My sexy, untrusting malyshka. I want her to trust me. She’ll be safer if she trusts me. The guys I have following her every day managed to lose her the other night. Fucking useless mudaks. It was only because I checked her phone’s location to a nearby address, which Sasha reassured me belonged to her aunt, that nobody got shot.
I’d be much happier if she moved in with me and accepted a security detail. Maybe now I’ve been honest with her, she will. But first, she needs to be punished for being a little brat.
Chapter forty-five
Nat
I should be on the dance floor by now. But instead, I’m glued to Max’s lap, unable to move. Music thumps from nearby speakers and the air is heavy with perfume, sweat, and in my corner of the VIP lounge, lust.
It’s been less than a week since we fucked, but my body is needy. Max knows exactly how to play me.
He strokes the soft skin of my inner thighs. Each light touch has me quivering, desperate for more. My red dress is indecently high, pushed up so my black lace panties are visible. They’re soaked.
I keep glancing around but nobody’s watching us. Nobody can see what Max is doing to me. Teasing me. The tip of his finger strokes the damp gusset of my panties. I almost moan out loud but manage to quell the sound by biting my cheek.
If I make too much noise, someone will notice. The thought of anyone seeing what Max is up to makes me hot, and not just because I’m embarrassed.
“Open your legs, malyshka,” he purrs, his lips brushing the side of my neck.
The good girl in me wants to keep my legs clamped tightly shut but the bad girl overrules her. He sighs with satisfaction when my legs spread a little wider, giving him better access.
“Did you wear this dress hoping for attention tonight?” He pushes my panties aside and groans when he feels how wet I am. From the way his erection throbs against my ass, he’s just as turned on as I am.
I know he’s expecting a reply, but my throat has seized up. I can’t speak. All I can do is quiver as he pushes a fat finger inside me and strokes my inner walls.
“Max…” I managed to spit out after a few long moments of enduring his teasing. “I need you!” This isn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.
He removes his finger and drags my wetness up over my clit. Each firm circular swirl takes me higher. My hips buck but he holds me tight, locked down against his hard body.
“Be still, malyshka, or someone will see how pretty you look with your thighs parted for me, how desperate you are for my cock. I can’t have that. Nobody else is allowed to see what’s mine.”
There he goes again, saying I’m his. I really don’t know what to make of statements like that.
He presses my clit harder. I’m so close. Almost there now. Just a few more seconds…
“Oh my god, it’s so hot down there! I’m parched!”
My friend’s voice breaks through my arousal just as Max pulls his fingers out of my underwear and licks them lasciviously.