Chapter 13 Nadir #2
That takes determination. Most of my employees, both at Sterling Row Partners and in the Bratva, were born into enough money to get ahead in life. And if they weren’t financially lucky, they had a supportive family guiding them in the right direction.
Jess has climbed the ladder all the way from the bottom, similar to me.
But she didn’t even start off with money.
She is by far one of the strongest employees I’ve ever hired. And that’s why Leon and I need to be weary, and ensure she stays on our good side.
“Did you make time to swim in the end?” Jess asks, breaking the silence.
I sniff a laugh. “If you’re remembering a small conversation we had six years ago, what else are you remembering?” I hitch an eyebrow.
Her breath catches, and she looks away.
Sunlight fades as the vehicle turns a corner and heads downtown. I watch the shadows pass on Jess’s face, her eyes focused on the moving buildings as we drive by them at speed.
“How was the rest of your night last night?”
She snaps around to face me, jaw clenched, eyes full of poison. “Leaving me there was bad form and you know it.”
“I wouldn’t—”
“Oh, shut up.” Jess tears the seat belt from her shoulder and swivels her body around to face me. “Save your breath. Gentlemen don’t fuck women in airplane restrooms.”
The driver shoots us a glare and activates the divider.
I continue the conversation once it’s fully up. “Were you hoping I’d shove you into a wall again and fuck you?” I capture her eyes and smile. “That’s right. You were. You don’t want a gentleman, do you, printsessa? You want me to—”
She grabs my cock through my pants, and my mind goes numb for a second.
If that’s her way of shutting me up, she’ll have to do better.
“Hmm,” I groan, twisting my head as pleasure sizzles through me. “I must say, you took me well before…all things considered.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Looks like I’m not the only one with an ego.” I raise a brow. “I was your first.”
“That’s not true.”
“Tell yourself that if it makes you feel better.” I lean forward and slide my hand under her skirt, to her pussy, surprised to find it soaked. Already. “You should’ve considered bringing a spare pair of clothes to work today.”
She tosses me a look.
“No, I’m serious.” I curl the finger upward, locating her clit through her panties. “And I’m guessing, since you’re even wetter than you were on the flight, I’m still your favorite. But that’s okay. We all come back to our roots in the end.”
Another eye roll. “You really are an insufferable piece of work.”
“Am I?” I watch her face as I slip my finger into her panties, running it through her drenched folds. I part her legs as much as her skirt allows.
And slot a finger inside.
Jess gasps. Her body speaks what her mouth can’t—she wants me. She buckles her hips, a whimper escaping her mouth. I add a second finger inside and find a rhythm, pumping them in and out.
Jess crashes back into the side door, her head hitting the window. I unclip her seat belt and drag her onto my lap where she belongs, hiking her skirt up around her hips, and inching the panties down until they’re completely off.
Tossing them into the footwell, I encourage her legs wider. She straddles my lap, her back now pressed into the seat in front.
“Good girl,” I purr in her ear. The shivers rattling through her are so strong I feel them myself. “I want you to look at me.” I grab her chin and tip her face toward mine. “Jess. Open your eyes.”
She sighs as sweat pours down her face, makeup already smudged. She’ll have to touch that up before we head into work. I don’t want rumors being spread. It’s bad for business, especially at the moment with the Kozhikov syndicate closing in.
“Jessy.”
That has her eyes flaring wide. “What?”
I run my finger over her face, outlining angular features that were softer when we first met. After sloping my finger over her pert nose, I trail it down to her lips, catching her top one.
“Do you taste that?” I allow my smile to darken.
Her expression changes.
“Taste yourself.” I insert the finger between her lips. “Go on. Don’t be afraid. It’s okay to feel this way for me, printsessa. Our professional relationship doesn’t change the fact that we fucked, and it won’t change the fact that we still want to.”
I keep the finger in her mouth, pinning her with a look as I insert two more into her pussy. She squirms again, and the wetness leaking out of her drips onto my lap. I won’t be in a rush to wash these pants for a while.
I trail the outline of her pussy in the shadows as she grinds on my lap, needing more fingers.
I keep my rhythm slow and controlled. I want to see her beg.
She needs bringing right to the edge, not over.
She needs to feel pain. She needs to feel how I have felt every day since she’s been working for me.
“Let’s just get it over with now,” she says. I get what she’s doing, trying to downplay how she really feels. A lot comes out of her mouth, too much attitude being one of those things. But she knows how to beg.
“What’s the rush, printsessa?”
Jessy crashes her hips against me, needing more. When I don’t give her what she wants, she squats down on my fingers and fucks herself.
Her walls start pulsating, and her breath shortens—all the usual indicators that show she’s close. Once I bring her to that perfect, painful edge, I withdraw my fingers.
Keeping my hands away is a challenge, but it helps to know my struggle is nothing compared to hers.
Jessy gasps, her hands disappearing between her legs.
Not on my watch.
I grab her wrists and lock them above her head. Of course, the little minx doesn’t stop there. She knows to use all resources available—an important rule in business—and starts grinding on my lap, chasing a release that way.
All I can do is laugh and throw her back onto the seat.
I pin her arms over her head, and her head slides down the seat until she’s laid across the back seat, limbs flayed everywhere, legs wide open.
Pussy in a lot of pain. I can tell from how swollen her clit feels, and the way her entire body spasms just from the touch.
“That’s better.”
Poison fills her eyes. “You are bad form.”
“Gentlemen don’t rush into things. They like to keep their maidens waiting.” I wink at her in the darkness.
“Nothing gentlemanly about that,” she spits. “I call it damn rude.”
“What would be the fun in giving everything to you all at once?”
“It would be better than this,” she says. “You’ll pay.”
“Will I?” I make a point of glancing outside. “It looks like we’re almost at work. Do you know what happens when you enter that building, Jess?”
She clenches her jaw and closes her legs, searching for her clothes in the footwell.
“I own you, down to the clothes on your back, remember?”
“Got it,” she quips, tilting her pelvis to shimmy on her underwear. “You can shut up now.”
“I get to take your clothes off whenever I want.”
Jess glances at me sidelong, her lips parting to exhale a shaky breath.
I’m sure she’d love that, as would I.
“But I’m a gentleman.” I issue her a cruel smile. “So I won’t be doing that.”
Frustration flashes across Jess’s face. She snaps her head away from me, muscles straining in her jaw as she forces on her heels. “Asshole.”
“Here at Sterling Row Partners,” I say as we pull up outside, “I like to make my employees work for it.”
Jess swipes a finger under her eyes, fixing up her makeup. She pops the car door, scoffing. “We’ll see about that.” After shooting me a malicious glare, she steps out of the car and heads into my building.