Chapter Twenty-Three
In which everyone notices that Andrey’s concentration is slipping. Understandably.
Andrey…
"One of the first concerns regarding Andrey's appointment to the Judiciary is…"
Faintly, I hear Nikandr's snicker.
"Andrey?"
"He's weak and depleted." That's Alexsey.
"Drained of all his fluids." Fucking Nikandr.
"ANDREY!"
My eyes fly open and everyone around the boardroom table is staring at me. Some of them are grinning.
"Yes?" Frost drips from the single word.
Dmitri was the shouter and he looks infuriated. "Perhaps you'd like to stay awake long enough to hear some fairly crucial information?"
With a sigh, I straighten my tie. "Go on."
He shakes his head, a reluctant smile crossing his stern face. "At least we know that the honeymoon stage is going well."
Roman looks vaguely nauseated and I can't blame him. Iris is his sister-in-law.
There's some truth to Nik's irritating comment about, "drained of all my fluids." I intended to give Iris a break after that first night together. She was extremely sore, simply based on how she hobbled around the penthouse, but she is just as rapacious as I am.
After taking her virginity in bed, I made the mistake of bringing her into the shower to take care of her.
I underestimated the power of her gorgeous, naked body.
There was a constellation of bruises on her neck and shoulders and I traced each one with my mouth.
Some bite marks on her breasts needed soothing.
Each one was more gorgeous than the last.
Seeing my marks on her sent me into some greedy, primal mindset.
So, when her soft hand reached out and stroked over the pearls on my cock, I put her on the bench in the shower, the brass waterfall spray raining down on us and I ate her out until she was wet enough for me to shove my cock back into her.
Iris is stubborn, in this case to my benefit. Her pussy was red and a little swollen, but she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper into her.
Yebat'! This woman.
So in between rounds with my wife on every horizontal surface and a few vertical ones, I've pushed to keep up with the Morozov Legal Division's current court roster, because I need to choose who will handle what cases.
I meet with more businessmen. More elected officials.
Then I race back into Iris's soft embrace and sweeter pussy.
"Nikandr, would you turn over these cases to Popov and Dushkin in Legal?
They're the new head legal counsel. The division needed two of them to handle Andrey's job," Dmitri says proudly.
"Someone, go find Trofim. He'll be down by the personal assistant's desks, trying out his latest round of sleazy charm.
He can show us Andrey's schedule for the next week. If we can't keep him awake-"
"Or out of bed," Alexsey helpfully adds.
"-we might need to handle some of his engagements ourselves." Dmitri stacks the papers in front of him with a sigh.
Last night, I showed my wife how to suck my cock.
She kept giggling, saying my pearls were tickling her upper lip, but when I came down her throat, she swallowed it all.
Leaning back on her heels, she delicately wiped around her lips to tidy up and then put her finger in her mouth… I was hard again in seconds.
Wait. What did Dmitri say?
Opening my eyes, I find myself alone in the conference room with a bottle of water sitting pointedly in front of me.
There's a buzz as my phone sends me a notification. I'd set it to respond to any media stories about Iris and me.
The Tattler Sees…
Why do we get the feeling new husband Andrey Morozov signed up for twice the trouble with his new wife Iris and her identical twin sister, Rose? They're sharing a moment here with U.S. Senator Carlisle Sinclair. He's looking happy to see them.
There's a photo, taken fairly close up of the girls in a department store, talking to that rat bastard Sinclair.
He's grinning, his gaze no doubt centered right on their breasts.
The twins have their backs to whatever snoopy fuck took the picture, so I can't see their expressions.
A growl erupts from my chest as I look at their pose; arms around each other's waist, heads tilted flirtatiously together.
My jaw tightens. My wife thinks she can keep playing those cheap little games with her sister? The sheer disrespect that they're using their charm on fucking Sinclair, of all people enrages me.
We'll be having a serious discussion tonight.
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Yebat' - Russian for fuck.