22. Andrey

22

ANDREY

It's almost midnight when I get home, but the light is still on in the pool house.

I spied Mila and Natalia talking in the garden before I left. According to Leif, they spent hours gabbing on the grass before Natalia invited Mila into the pool house. Mila has already retired to her wing of the manor, so I can't ask her how the first meeting went.

Shadows skirt past the windows of the pool house every so often. Natalia isn't just awake; she's restless.

I spend an inordinate amount of time by the window, waiting for her lights to turn off. If she goes to sleep, the temptation will be gone. Then, pitched by the glow of artificial lights, another shadow shoots across the curtains.

Stay away, stay away, stay away…

I chant the refrain in my head even as I exit the house to walk down to the pool. As I get closer, I can hear music.

Edging towards the open window, I peer inside.

Natalia is dressed in a light-pink tank top and white panties that show more than they conceal.

"… yeah, I wanna dance with somebody… with somebody who loves me… "

As she twists in circles, eyes closed, mouth parted, her tank top rides up, revealing her still-flat stomach.

Her dancing is chaotic and uncoordinated, but there's a look of rapture on her face that I've never seen before. It's dreamy and uncaring, totally free.

Her hair whips around her head as she spins. She twirls, allowing the music to distract her from whatever it is that's kept her up this late.

I have the urge to take out my phone and record her.

Not to be an asshole—well, not entirely to be an asshole. But just so that I have something to remember this by. Something I can look back on when I'm alone in my bed. Yet the thought of going back to the main house and taking care of myself again is in-fucking-tolerable.

I don't want a fucking video.

I want to bury myself balls deep in her and make her moan again.

Which is why I step right up to the window so that she can't miss me.

It takes a long time for her to notice. Whitney Houston ends on a high note and, as the next tune starts, Natalia turns. When she sees me, she lets out a strangled gasp and fumbles for the robe lying on the bed, making spitting noises like a cat.

" Whatthehell?! " she screeches without pausing between words. She snaps off the music. "How long have you been standing there?"

"You've got some nice moves."

She careens through the door and onto the porch. "I've got a mean right hook, too!"

I spread my hands wide. "I'm right here. Swing away."

"Don't tempt me," she snarls. "You have no right to spy on me, you creep!"

"I wasn't spying. I was taking a stroll through the gardens when I heard the music," I lie. "I thought I'd come by and say hello since you were up."

She pulls the robe tighter around her body. "Since when have you been interested in saying ‘hello'? The only time you seek me out is to bark orders at me."

I tilt my head to the side. She's beautiful in the pale moonlight. The shadows tease me with hints of what's beneath the gap in her robe. "I trust you're settling in well."

"I was—before I knew you spend your nights skulking around the gardens like a perv."

"I suggest you close the windows if you don't want to be observed."

She scowls, but it doesn't hide the blush on her cheeks. "What do you want, Andrey?"

Without answering, I push past her and walk into the pool house. She follows me inside, still fussing to make sure that her robe is cinched properly at the waist.

"Having trouble sleeping?"

She eyes me warily, clearly still flustered. "You told me I'd have my privacy. You shouldn't be here." Her eyes dart around like she's worried I'll spot something she doesn't want me to see. Of course, that just draws attention to the small pink device lying next to the bed.

"Is that?—"

"It's a vibrator , okay?" she snaps before I can even finish the question, marching over and plucking it off the floor. "I needed to de-stress and I thought… Anyway, the batteries ran out just when I was getting—It doesn't matter. I just needed to release some steam, so I thought maybe dancing would…"

I watch her squirm. My God, how I love the way her skin goes pink.

"Did it work?" I ask.

She frowns. "Did what work?"

"The dancing. Or are you still horny?"

Her jaw drops. "Oh my God . You did not just—This is completely inappropriate!"

"We're both adults." I shrug, shifting closer. "And you're carrying my baby. I don't think discussing your arousal should be off the table."

Especially considering my arousal is definitely on the table as we speak. A few more exchanges like this and I might put her on the table, too.

She clears her throat. "No. It did not."

"Then maybe I can." I'm close enough to reach out and stroke the expanse of bare thigh where it peeks out from beneath the hem of her robe. I only get a fingertip worth of contact before she smacks my hand away.

"What's the harm?" I bite back my smile. She's so flustered, so riled up. I fucking love it.

"‘The harm'?" she gawks. "There's plenty of harm!"

"It's not like you're in danger of falling in love with me, are you?"

Those words have the desired effect. She flinches back. "Definitely not."

"Then I fail to see the problem."

Her jaw squares. "The problem is that I don't want to sleep with you again."

"So, your thighs aren't dripping right now with the thought of me inside you? If I reached under that robe and touched you, would my fingers come away wet?"

She takes a small step back as though she's worried I'm going to pounce on her. To be fair, I'm not far from doing precisely that. My cock is in danger of snapping off at this point.

"N-no," she says shakily.

Bigger lies have never been told.

But as fun as this cat-and-mouse game is, I'm done with it. No more banter, no more quips, no more back-and-forth. I didn't know what I was coming here for when I first left my office.

But I know now.

With one hand on her throat, I pin her against the wall next to her bed. "You know what I think, lastochka ?" I whisper in her ear. "I think you're a filthy liar."

I pull at the cord holding her robe together and it parts easily. She's trembling, goosebumps running up and down her arms despite how warm it is in here.

"Andrey…" she whimpers.

"Let's see if I'm right."

My fingers delve past the band of her panties. I drag a knuckle through her throbbing lips and find her absolutely soaked.

I fix her with a cold glare. "Are you done lying to me now ? "

"I… I can't want someone like you," she admits through gritted teeth.

Can't. She can't want someone like me. It's a far cry from saying she doesn't.

I part her legs with my knee, just like I did in front of all of her coworkers the other day. "Let me show you what you can have." My lips trail the soft skin of her cheek. "Let me show you what happens when you tell the truth."

My lips come down on hers like a sudden storm. I kiss her until she melts to putty in my hands. When she's breathless, I slide to my knees, ripping her panties off with one tug so I can feast on her sweet, wet pussy while she stands skewered against the wall.

She cries out, muffled screams tearing out of her even with her lips clamped shut. Her nails dig into the wallpaper, looking for something to hold onto.

Grabbing her ass, I hoist one leg over my shoulder and thrust my tongue into her dripping slit. Her hands curl around my head, her fingers weaving into my hair, simultaneously trying to push me away and pull me deeper.

She comes in record time, drenching me in her pleasure and losing her battle to be quiet.

I take her limp body into my arms and carry her to the bed. I rip the tank top off her—the robe fell off somewhere during my pussy feast, long forgotten—and gaze down at her tight little body, glistening with sweat and wracked with fevered pants.

Her eyes are glazed, and she stares up at me dreamily as I take my clothes off.

When I'm standing naked in front of her, her eyes fall to my engorged cock. Her pink tongue darts out of her mouth to run a straight line down her bottom lip, and I know what she wants.

Hungry little bird .

Lucky for her, I'm happy to provide.

I climb over her body, straddling her chest. Then I feed her my cock. She takes me into her mouth, letting me set the pace even as her tongue lashes out enthusiastically to wrap around my shaft.

As much as I want to explode down her throat, I want to explode inside her even more. The thought of my seed filling her up, marking her as mine, is too powerful to ignore. I'm seconds from finishing when I force myself out of her hot, wet mouth and slide down her body.

I align myself with her dripping opening… and wait. Because, as much as I tell myself this means nothing, I know as well as Natalia does that there's no coming back from this.

We're crossing a line. Letting a genie out of the bottle.

But fuck it.

Some things are born to be messy.

Appropriately enough, when I drive my cock inside of her, "mess" is the only thing I have in mind. Natalia's gasp is messy; my thrusts are messy; and by the time I finish emptying myself in her, I've made an absolute mess of her.

The only things messier than what I just did to her body are the words that came out of my mouth as I did it.

"… I'm gonna fill you up, baby…" I snarled as I erupted inside her. "… all mine… all fucking mine… "

I roll off of her immediately after the last drop of desire has left me. For a few seconds, all I can hear is the sound of her heavy breathing layered with mine.

When I turn my head to look at her, she does the same.

"This is all it is," I announce quietly. "All it can be. Just sex. Nothing more."

Natalia turns her gaze back to the ceiling. "Understood."

With the agreement sealed, I get to my feet and put my clothes back on. "Goodnight."

I'm almost to the door when I hear footsteps. She's in her robe again, something clutched in her fist. It isn't until she shoves it at me that I realize what she's holding.

She grabs my hand and folds something against my palm. I don't need to open my hand to know she gave me two crisp hundred-dollar bills. The same amount I threw on her coffee table the first time we slept together.

Her emerald eyes are trained on me with smug satisfaction. "Goodnight, Andrey."

Then she slams the door in my face.