7. Hello Barbi #2
“Barbi,” she replied.
“That’s an interesting Russian name,” he said.
“It is Barbianna Bogdanova. I change to be more American.”
He pressed his mouth to her ear. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath caught in her throat. “You can lose the Russian accent.”
She reared back. “I don’t know what—”
He stopped her with a kiss. A full-on assault to her senses. And just like the other night, her insides roared to life. As she pressed against him, he felt like a slab of granite, and he kissed like a god. Tightening her hold, she kissed him back. In his strong arms, she ignited with desire.
When the kiss ended, she said, “Still waiting on the grovel and the thank you.”
With his gaze hyperfocused on her, he clasped her hand, brought it slowly to his mouth and pressed his warm lips to her heated skin. Once, twice, then he kissed her cheek. The second his lips touched her skin, she moaned.
Another song started, this one loud, the pace frenetic.
“Do you want to get outta here?” he murmured.
“No,” she replied. “I want to go upstairs.”
GAbrIEL
Within a few minutes, Gabriel had secured them a suite. Up the stairs and down the hallway they went. Barbi said nothing, but he wasn’t surprised. She didn’t strike him as a big talker.
He’d found out her name and he’d called her out on her accent. While he wasn’t sure that was the smartest move, it was the most direct.
In Hawk’s office, he’d asked about her. Hawk told him she’d met Evangeline Develin in a back booth for drinks. When he pressed for more, Hawk said he didn’t know anything.
She might have hired Develin & Associates, she might know Evangeline from the past. Evangeline had worked for the Bureau before working for Sin.
He’d find out. Wouldn’t be in the next hour, but he’d get to the truth.
What he did know was that she had saved him from drinking whatever that woman had dropped into his drink. Coulda been a roofie, but his gut said it was straight-up poison. A Bratva hit.
He chuffed out a laugh as he stopped in front of their private suite.
She shifted in his direction.
“Irony,” he said. “The woman who tried to poison me had an American accent. You saved me, and yours is Russian.”
“I am Russian.”
“Where were you born?”
“My parents were killed in a fire when I was six-months old. I grew up in an orphanage in Moscow. At eighteen, I worked for the government. Now I work in Washington at The Embassy of the Russian Federation for Ambassador Yuri Bulgrov. A big honor. I am from nothing.”
He stood in front of the scanner, the light flashed green. He opened the door, waited for her to enter. In he went, shutting the door behind them. “When did you get here?”
“A couple of days ago.”
He hitched an eyebrow. “And you’ve run into me twice?”
“Your lucky day… again.” She glanced around the low-lit room. “You want to talk more or get down to business?”
“Not losing the accent?”
“Possiamo passare all'italiano e continuare a parlare, ma preferirei scopare.” We can switch to Italian and continue talking, but I’d rather fuck.
Desire shot to his junk, but he couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Don’t you want me to grovel?”
“That’s the real reason I’m here.”
“No, it’s not.” He paused, studied her pretty face in the dim light. “Barbi, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I won’t make that mistake again. You were right. She was trying to poison me. Thank you for stepping in and saving me.”
“You have enemies?”
He nodded. “Are you amongst them?”
She peered into his eyes for an extra beat.
Are you my enemy?
Instead of answering, she removed the pirate vest, wiggled her finger at him.
“Get me naked.”
He stepped close, breathed her in. She smelled of vanilla and the air after a spring rain… and she smelled like a woman. Her moan rumbled through him as he removed her pirate hat, then her eyepatch.
One button at a time, he unfastened her puffy pirate blouse, revealing more and more of her milky-white skin.
Then, he pulled her shirt over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
His gaze hovered on her breasts, her see-through lace bra giving him a front-row view of her hard nipples, straining against the fabric.
On a growl, he dipped down, ran his tongue over her pert nib, then started sucking through the see-through material. One, then the other before he removed her pirate skirt. Next, came her little black thong, but he left the thigh-high boots on.
“Make me come,” she ground out, her lust-filled eyes black as coal.
He knelt, pressed his face into her pussy and inhaled. The delicious aroma of sex turned his already hard cock to steel. He had to have her. Couldn’t wait to sink inside her and make her purr with delight.
He stroked her folds, her wetness drenching his fingers. With his gaze cemented on her, he slid his fingers into his mouth and licked off her juices.
“Yesss,” she murmured. “So sexy.”
No accent.
Inwardly, he smiled.
Moving slowly, he slid his fingers inside her while he grabbed her ass with his other hand and held her in place. She was trapped, she was moaning pretty good, and she was about to unravel all over him.
“Yes, yes,” she whispered as he swiped his thumb over her swollen clit. “Daddy wants to make his baby come so hard. Lick me, Daddy.”
He began circling her pearl with his tongue and she pressed herself against his mouth. Faster and faster he went until her moans turned to cries.
And then, he finger-fucked her hard and fast, and so damn deep.
She shuddered and shook, her body jerking hard as the orgasm overtook her. She fisted his hair in her hands and cried out, her knees buckling.
Damn, she’s a horny one.
He rose and held her. Her eyes fluttered open. She kissed him. His tongue pressed into her mouth, she stroked it with hers, the force of her dirty kiss had him grinding against her. She grabbed his ass, squeezed, then broke away, panting hard.
“Take off boots.”
And the accent and broken English are back.
He toed them off before she removed his sweater, then stared at the gun in its holster.
“You’re packing heat?”
That was very American.
He removed the pistol and holster, set both down on the table.
She had his black jeans off in seconds. Without hesitation, she slipped her hands inside his boxers, tugged them over his erection, letting them drop to the floor. After he stepped out of them, she cradled his ball sack with one hand, stroked his shaft with the other.
“Condom?”
Barbi liked to get down to business… and fast.
He fished it from his pocket, rolled it on. Instead of rushing to the bed, he paused to remove her bra. While caressing her phenomenal tits, he pulled her pert nipple into his mouth and he sucked. Hard.
Excitement oozed out of him. When he bit her nipple, her gasp sent lust pounding through him.
“Love that,” she murmured.
She ran her hand over the bandage on his shoulder. “How’s your strength?”
“You ready for me to take you from behind?”
“So ready.” The bed had only a fitted bottom sheet, so she crawled on, glanced back at him. “Fuck me good.”
He stood at the side, pulled her close and caressed her ass. Before penetrating her, he reached around, fondled her breasts.
“In me,” she ordered. “You can play with the girls next.”
“Bossy Barbi.” He grabbed his cock, stroked it over her glistening folds, then positioned himself at her opening. She was tight, so he took his time working his way in.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Mmmm, yes,” she replied as she lowered herself so he could sink inside her.
In and out he thrust, until his massive cock was nestled deep inside her. He hadn’t stopped moaning, the pleasure pounding through him at a maddening pace.
Barbi had a phenomenal body and, as he continued thrusting, he grabbed her hips.
“Fuuuuck,” she blurted. “I’m gonna come.”
She shook through another orgasm while he unloaded into her, the ecstasy sending hit after hit of blinding-white euphoria erupting through him.
When they stopped coming, he slowly withdrew.
She raised up on her knees, made her way over, and kissed him. The ferocity in her embrace had him sucking her tongue, grabbing her ass. She was on fire, and he couldn’t get enough of her. The more they kissed, the more he needed to fuck her… again.
The kiss continued, until she broke away, panting. “Change condom.”
He retreated into the bathroom, returning a quick moment later. On went the second condom. She lay on the sheet-covered bed and spread her legs.
“Come.”