Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Roman
The other side of the bed, the woman had wrapped herself up like a hot dog. I leaned against the headboard, studying her in the dim glow of the bedside lamp.
The ridiculous getup made me arch an eyebrow.
"What the hell are you doing? Pretending to be a hot dog?"
"I'm following the contract," Leah's muffled voice came back at me. "No interference, remember? Staying away from you is better for both of us."
I didn't respond, because I wasn't about to agree with that.
My interest in Leah was completely unplanned.
I couldn't even explain it myself.
Just being near her made me want to touch her.
Even at dinner today, with Dmitri and Maria right there, all I could think about was stripping that dress off her and fucking her right on that dining table.
And now, she was sleeping right next to me.
I stared at Leah for a few seconds before finally shoving down those restless thoughts.
No. Not tonight.
I'd already scared her enough. She needed space to breathe.
Besides, I had more important things to think about than this wrapped-up sausage.
I tore my gaze away from Leah, lay back, and stared at the pitch-black ceiling, running through every detail of today in my head.
Dmitri's timing was too perfect, like he'd been waiting for this exact day with Maria.
And the way he looked at Leah made my skin crawl—he was sizing her up, evaluating something, confirming something.
Confirming what?
Confirming whether Leah was the one he'd sent?
The thought made my stomach drop.
Between my hidden surveillance and my gut instinct, I couldn't believe Leah was a spy. There wasn't a trace of training on her.
But if she really was just some unlucky woman, why would Dmitri go through all this trouble to put her in front of me?
Or did she not even know she was a pawn?
Then there was the mole. Anyone with access to that level of intel was in my inner circle. I ran through them one by one in my head. Each person had been carefully vetted. No gaps.
But the facts proved the mole was right there, in my core cabinet.
I had to root them out.
No matter who it was.
My consciousness slowly sank as these thoughts churned.
I don't know how long I'd been asleep when I felt something heavy on top of me.
I was awake instantly.
I looked down and saw what was making it hard to breathe.
The woman who'd wrapped herself up like a hot dog last night, claiming she'd stay far away from me, was now—
Clinging to me like an octopus, all four limbs wrapped around me.
The comforter she'd cocooned herself in had been kicked to the floor.
She was sprawled across me without a shred of self-awareness, her face buried in the crook of my neck, warm breath puffing against my skin. One leg was draped over my waist, her knee pressing dangerously close to a sensitive area.
Leah's loose nightgown had shifted during the night.
The straps had slipped down her arms, exposing most of her chest. With her lying on top of me, those soft, pale breasts pressed directly against my chest.
Fuck.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Too late.
I could feel a certain part of my body rapidly rising to attention, completely beyond my control.
This was torture.
And the one who'd started it all was sleeping like a baby. I looked down at her peaceful sleeping face, so different from her usual expression. Those sinful lips were slightly parted.
Like an invitation to kiss her.
All I had to do was lean down and...
But I cut that thought off fast.
I knew myself. If I kissed her, I wouldn't be able to stop. And Maria had plans to take Leah shopping today. Maria was excited, and I didn't want anything screwing that up right now.
I reached out and moved Leah's leg aside. She made a disgruntled sound and curled it back, her knee nearly hitting that dangerous spot again.
Then I moved the arm draped across my chest. Finally, I lifted her head from the crook of my neck.
Once moved, Leah rolled onto her side, turning her back to me and curling into a ball, apparently back to sleep.
My face dark, I carefully got out of bed.
I grabbed the robe draped over the couch and threw it on, then headed straight for the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
Yesterday her panties, today my own hand. My life had become quite colorful lately.
I leaned against the cold marble counter, eyes closed, a dull ache building in my lower abdomen.
Just get it over with. I looked down and reached to deal with this goddamn problem. I'd barely started when—
The bathroom door swung open without warning.
My eyes snapped open.
Standing in the doorway was the very culprit who should've still been passed out in bed.
Leah had one hand rubbing her eye, clearly half-asleep and desperate for the bathroom, not expecting anyone to be inside. She stumbled in a couple steps, slowly lowering the hand from her eye.
Then her gaze traveled down my body and landed on what I had in my hand.
"Ah—"
It took a moment for Leah to process what she was seeing, and then she let out a short, sharp yelp.
"Oh my god, you perverted sex maniac!" Leah jerked her head up toward the ceiling.
Then, face burning red, she spun around to bolt out the door.
But this time, what little rational control I had left snapped completely.
I let out a low, cold laugh. Pervert? And whose fault was that?
I crossed the distance in long strides and grabbed her slender wrist, yanking Leah back in front of me.
"What are you doing?" Leah cried out, struggling to break free.
"What am I doing?" I lowered my voice, backing her up, staring hard into her panicked eyes. "You'd better ask yourself what you did first."
Leah stopped struggling, eyes wide with surprise, stammering.
"I... what did I do?"
"You wrapped yourself around me like a fucking octopus."
I ground out her crimes from last night through clenched teeth, hooking a finger in her loose neckline.
"You had half your tits hanging out, pressed right against my chest."
Hearing this merciless accusation, Leah's face instantly flushed crimson. She knew exactly what state her clothes were in when she woke up.
Given that she'd bundled herself up before bed specifically to keep from moving around, I'd clearly guessed right. Leah looked guilty, dropping her gaze, eyes darting around the small bathroom.
"Well..." she tried to change the subject to cover the suffocating embarrassment, "this is a crazy morning, right? Maybe we should go have breakfast and cool off. Emily said today's breakfast is..."
Ha. Change the subject? Leah clearly underestimated the male morning condition.
I grabbed Leah's hand directly and pressed her palm firmly against my already rock-hard, burning cock.
Leah's face flushed as she squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to look at me.
"Um... maybe things are a little out of hand..." Her voice got quieter and quieter until it was barely audible.
"You caused this mess," I whispered hoarsely, leaning close to her ear. "You fix it."
Leah froze, seemingly clueless about what to do.
I couldn't hold back the surging lust anymore. I leaned down and kissed her roughly, pinning her against the wall.
My tongue pried open her teeth, twisting deep around hers, sucking her sweet saliva.
Leah let out an unbearably stifled moan.
She couldn't handle this kind of deep kiss at all. Her chest heaved violently, breath growing labored.
But she never pushed me away.
That goddamn compliance gave me a free pass to keep going.
I kissed her deeply while roughly yanking down her straps. Two full, snow-white breasts bounced free, completely exposed.
Fuck, I'd been holding back forever.
Since yesterday, I'd been thinking nonstop about pinning this body beneath me and fucking her senseless.
I shoved one hand under her nightgown, roughly kneading her soft, full breasts, pinching and rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers. My other hand gripped her wrist, forcing it to wrap around my throbbing, vein-covered cock, guiding her to stroke up and down.
Her hand was so soft and hot, clumsy and trembling. Nothing like the women who usually serviced me. But somehow that made it even better—my scalp tingled, my cock pulsing harder in her palm.
Felt fucking incredible.
"Mmm... no, Roman..." Leah whimpered.
Her legs quickly went weak. She had to lean against me to stay upright, broken moans spilling from her throat.
Clearly, Leah was getting turned on too. I slid my hand down under her nightgown, and my fingers were immediately coated in hot, slick arousal.
Fuck... she was soaked.
I found her swollen clit and pressed and rubbed it ruthlessly. Leah immediately let out stuttering moans, her body shaking violently with each stroke.
I seized the moment and drove two fingers together into her tight, slick hole, pumping in and out hard, my palm slapping against her drenched lips with each thrust.
The wet sounds echoed obscenely in the bathroom.
Soon, Leah's body suddenly tensed. The soft flesh inside clamped down hard on my fingers as a gush of hot liquid splashed over my hand.
She cried out and went completely limp in my arms.
"Sex isn't in the contract," I murmured against her wet lips, voice ragged. "You can say no."
Leah came back to herself from the aftershocks of her orgasm, pressing her lips together as she looked at me. Her cheeks and neck were flushed, eyes glistening, lips swollen red from my kisses, radiating lust and conflict.
"Fuck you. Asshole. You're seriously asking if we should stop now?" She glared at me, eyes still hazy with unfulfilled desire.
I smirked and chuckled low.
"Guess Maria's getting stood up today."
I dropped to my knees and hooked her thigh over my shoulder, spreading her wide. Her scent hit me immediately—sweet, musky, intoxicating. I buried my face between her legs and dragged my tongue through her soaked folds.
"Oh god—" Leah gasped, her hand flying to my hair.
I licked her slowly at first, savoring every inch, then sealed my lips around her swollen clit and sucked hard.
Her hips bucked against my face as I worked her with my tongue, alternating between firm strokes and gentle circles.
I slid two fingers back inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot while my mouth stayed locked on her clit.
"Roman, I can't—oh fuck—" Her words dissolved into broken moans.
I could feel her thighs trembling, her walls fluttering around my fingers. I doubled down, pumping faster, sucking harder, until she shattered. She came with a sharp cry, flooding my mouth as her body convulsed. I didn't stop until she was gasping, oversensitive and shaking.
I stood up and spun her around, bending her over the counter. She barely had time to brace herself before I lined up and drove into her in one brutal thrust.
"Fuck!" we both groaned.
She was impossibly tight, hot and slick, gripping me like a vice. I pulled back and slammed in again, setting a relentless rhythm. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as I pounded into her.
"You feel so fucking good," I growled, watching where we connected, watching her take every inch of me.
Leah could only whimper and moan, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the marble. The obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with her desperate sounds and my ragged breathing.
I reached around and found her clit again, rubbing tight circles. "Come on my cock, Leah. Let me feel it."
"I—oh god, Roman!" She came apart with a scream, clenching down so hard I nearly lost it.
But I kept going, chasing my own release, fucking her through her orgasm until I finally felt that familiar tightening at the base of my spine.
"I'm gonna—" I couldn't even finish the sentence.
I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me as I emptied myself completely.
For a split second, a wild thought flashed through my mind—if she wasn't already pregnant, I'd want to put my baby in her. Mark her as mine in every possible way.
I stayed there, still inside her, both of us panting and trembling.
The bathroom was filled with heavy breathing.
I braced myself against the counter, chest heaving. Leah slumped against the marble, her back to me, shoulders rising and falling as she gasped for air, looking like she couldn't move a muscle.
Neither of us spoke.
Neither of us looked at each other.
The mirror was fogged over, blurring the two disheveled figures reflected in it.
An awkward silence stretched between us.
This time, having sex completely sober, I couldn't pretend nothing had happened.
No matter how I tried to explain it to myself, I knew I'd developed feelings for this woman that went beyond what I should have.