Chapter 17 - Clem
Being married to my boss without knowing about it was a lot.
Meeting his family and loving them immediately, so much that I leaned into the act more than I should have, was also a lot.
Being swept off my feet by Rurik after the kiss that should have been just for show, but shook me to my core, was way too much.
As soon as we were out of the restaurant, he pulled me into another embrace, one arm locked around my back, his other hand slicing into my hair.
His mouth was back on mine, where it was starting to feel like it belonged.
Heat flooded me, my muscles all turned to jelly, my bones as soft as the rich piece of cake he fed me.
Not for the first time, a valet had to discreetly remind us that we were in public.
Rurik raced to the driver’s side as soon as he opened the door for me. Reaching across to pull my seatbelt across me, he gave me another searing kiss, long enough to make me squirm for more. A short beep from behind had him laughing as he took off toward home.
Or rather, his house. It was dangerous to think of it as home.
The drive did nothing to quench my desire. Not even nerves could get me thinking about anything other than the fact that his kisses drove me wild. I should have been recoiling, keeping my distance, and protecting myself. Was my memory so short?
Instead, I was eager to get back in Rurik’s arms after he pulled up in his courtyard. His hand grazed my back as I went through the doors ahead of him, the heat of his fingers blazing through my dress. All I could think about was how they’d feel when they were touching my skin.
“That was a success,” he said. “Excellent work, Clem.”
His hand fell to his side, his face was closed off. What the actual hell? Now he was back to being all business? There was no way he was acting at the restaurant. I blinked at him, waiting for him to tug me back into his arms.
“I’m sure you must be exhausted,” he said, motioning for me to go upstairs.
He had to be messing around, teasing me. He had to be. I kept my head down to hide my secretive grin as he followed me up, keeping his distance. Instead of turning at his bedroom door, which was before my guest room, he escorted me all the way down the hall to mine.
This was it. He’d start kissing me again. His hands would move slowly around my waist to pull me close. His tongue would slide between my lips. I would…
“Goodnight, Clem,” he said, stepping back.
That was it? He was really going to go to his own room? We aren’t really married, my brain shouted. My body wasn’t listening.
Something in me I didn’t know existed rose up and took over. He had brought it to life, so now he’d have to deal with it. I launched myself into his arms. He caught me, his hands strong against my back, his chest hard against my breasts. Was I really doing this?
His lips crashed against mine, making it impossible to come to my senses, even if any last shred of me wanted to.
And no part of me wanted to, not anymore.
I had been warring against this attraction for too long, and we were already in so deep.
Lines had already been crossed, hadn’t they? What was one more?
Things may not have been completely settled; hell, they were far from it.
But for the first time since I left Vermont, left everything I knew and cared about, I felt completely and utterly safe.
It had nothing to do with the walls that surrounded me, or the gates that surrounded them. It had everything to do with Rurik.
He didn’t just give me opportunities I didn’t dare dream of in my situation; he gave me peace of mind. A feeling I barely remembered when I took off in the middle of the night. Something I thought I’d never feel again.
His hands roamed down my back, his fingers digging into my heated flesh as he yanked me closer. A growl tore from his throat as my body collided with his rock-hard bulge. I moaned with satisfaction that wasn’t purely physical.
He was definitely faking that professionalism earlier. This was what was real, if nothing else.
My mind went happily blank, my body taking over. Tightening my grip around his neck, I rose up on my toes, sighing as I felt his hard heat rubbing against me. Almost lifting me off my feet, he backed me into my room, kicking the door closed behind him.
“Clementine,” he said, making me smile against his lips at the sound of my old-fashioned full name in his slight Russian accent. He said something I didn’t understand, but loved the clipped musical sounds.
“Tell me in English,” I said, leaning back, trying to focus on his dark green eyes as he gazed down at me like a hungry wolf.
“You’re the most beautiful, vibrant woman I’ve ever known,” he said. “Something like that, anyway. You make me forget…” he trailed off into more Russian words, finally falling silent as his lips crashed against mine once more.
My legs hit the side of the bed as he continued backing me into the room. “I want you so much,” he rumbled, smoothing his hands up my sides.
I breathed out, arching my back as his palms moved over my breasts. His thumbs stroked my taut nipples, and I pulled my hands out of his thick hair to start tugging at my dress. “There’s a zipper,” I breathed at the same moment he had it zipping down my back.
His hot hands pressed against my skin, tugging me closer as he eased the sleeves down my shoulders.
The dress pooled at my waist, and he dragged his mouth from mine, his eyes roaming my chest. With a swift motion, he had my bra unclasped and gone.
Muttering more Russian, he dipped his head and dragged my nipple gently between his teeth.
“Rurik,” I said, urgently tugging on his head.
Shoving him slightly away, I grappled for the buttons on his shirt at the same time he shrugged out of his jacket.
In a flurry of wild activity, we whipped off our clothes.
As he kicked his pants across the room, he paused, watching me slowly lower my panties.
Reaching out, he dragged them the rest of the way down my thighs, his fingers raising goosebumps as he trailed them back up.
With a nudge, I was on my back on the bed. Rurik looked at me, his eyes moving slowly down and then back up to lock with mine. He nodded once and dropped to his knees, dragging me to the edge of the bed and spreading my legs wide.
“Yes,” I murmured.
There was nothing like this. Nothing I had ever experienced before could compare to the first swipe of his tongue against my swollen, aching clit. To think I had ever tricked myself into believing there was brought tears to my eyes.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” he murmured, sliding his tongue down as he gripped my hips to pull me closer to his mouth.
I shivered, but not from being cold. In fact, I was burning up, about to combust. Grabbing at his hair, I pulled him back. It was too much. Then it wasn’t enough, and I pushed him forward. He chuckled, the vibrations against my flesh making me shake and clamp my legs around his head.
Pressing my lips tight together, I let my hands fall to the silky coverlet, twisting the fabric in my fists. He paused for a split second, and my head shot up. Our eyes met, mine blurred with lust I barely understood, his dark and focused.
“Don’t,” he said. “Don’t hold back.”
The next swipe of his tongue was my undoing. Years of pent-up frustration and sadness and fear melted away. A feral moan rose up the back of my throat as he wordlessly urged me on, finding the exact right spot to make me cry out.
Not a battle cry, but a shout of victory. He kept going until I was limp and shuddering, then pulled himself up to brace himself above my chest.
“Was that enough?” he asked, tracing my trembling lips with his fingertip.
I found the strength to wrap my arms around his shoulders and lock my legs around his hips. His smug chuckle was infectious, and I laughed as he kissed me hard.
“So, not enough?” He broke away to smile down at me.
I lifted my hips, rubbing my wet heat against his pulsing cock, smiling in triumph when his eyes went blank with lust. “You tell me,” I said.
“Not even close,” he said. “I need to be inside you. Like I need to breathe.”
No possible way this was an act. It was just us.
“Hurry, then,” I said, grinding against him, fresh tension building and demanding another release. “Hurry.”
He rose up and slammed down, burying every inch deep inside me, hard and smooth. I gasped. He devoured the sound with his mouth as he dragged his huge cock away. With a half growl and half laugh, I locked my legs tighter.
“Don’t you dare,” I said. How was I being so demanding? Where did I find the courage?
And he was inside me again, no longer teasing. The force of his movements drove me to the other side of the bed, the soft coverlet bunching up underneath me. My head flopped off the other side, and we both laughed, distracted from the furious lust that stole away time and place.
Rurik wrapped his arms around me and rose up, pulling me with him. His fingers dug into my tender flesh as he rammed deep and hard again.
“You have the best ass in America and Russia. In the world,” he said. “I was never allowed to say that in the office. But now…”
Yes, but now. I flashed back to the time he whipped his shirt off, and I was momentarily frozen by the sight of his chiseled abs.
I had wanted to strum them like a guitar.
Now they were hot and hard against my own belly.
I moaned as he moved his fingers between my thighs, teasing me from behind.
He lay me back down, my head now on the mound of pillows.
One smile on his lips had me reaching for him, already shuddering with anticipation.
This time, when he crashed into me, I cried out again, clinging to him for more and more and more. And he gave me everything. I could feel his muscles tightening, shaking as he held back, waiting for me to collapse into oblivion before he let himself go.
“Don’t,” I gasped, while ripples of pleasure coursed through me. “Don’t hold back.”
He buried a roar against my neck, slamming hard a final time, then falling onto me, repeating my name.
This was… something else. Something I had to shove away, only focusing on the tremors in my body, the weight and heat of his on top of me.
His warm breath near my ear as he caught his breath.
Really, that was all I needed. Thoughts and feelings were overrated when a man like Rurik Fokin worked so hard to make me scream.