Chapter 13: Still the same night: Finding Mr Sexy Lips

CHAPTER 13

EILIDH

STILL THE SAME NIGHT – FINDING MR SEXY LIPS

W hat the hell was this guy doing to me? I'd just had the best orgasm of my life and yet I wanted more. No, not wanted. I bloody needed it, as if my life depended on it.

"Please, Miki, I need you inside me," I begged.

"Whatever you need, sweetheart," he smirked at me.

Gulping, I licked my lips as he positioned his cock at my entrance. My pussy still tingled with the remnants of my orgasm, but it wasn't enough. He needed to be inside me.

I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my feet to hold him close, as he rammed into me with one swift thrust. A grunt tore from my throat at the intrusion, which stretched me to the point of pain.

"God, you're tight, baby. Did I hurt you?" he asked through clenched teeth, his muscles straining with effort as he held himself poised over me, his eyes searching my face.

My heart felt ready to burst with love at the sight of him holding himself back in case he'd hurt me.

Wait, what? Love?! What the hell was I thinking?

This was sex, one-off, mind-blowing sex and nothing more!

Miki kissed my forehead, pulling me out of my worrisome thoughts.

"You okay?" he asked again, his eyes full of concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. You're just big, that's all. You're stretching me, but it's good. Keep going, Miki, please," I replied, leaning up and kissing him.

Wanting to encourage him, I tightened my legs more and lifted my hips.

Miki thrust again, grunting loudly as he buried himself deeper this time. The sensation of fullness was exquisite and made me moan and whimper as he continued to move in and out, over and over, twisting his hips slightly whenever he was buried up to the hilt, hitting me in just the right spot.

I badly wanted to kiss him. Leaning towards him, he took the hint and brushed his lips against mine. The minute he had, it was as if he could no longer hold back. He pushed me back against the bed and proceeded to ravish me as he'd threatened to do earlier. There was no other word for it. He pounded into me like a wild thing and kissed me as if he had been lost in the desert for days and my mouth was the only source of moisture to keep him from dying.

Our chests rubbed together as he pounded into me. The friction sending electric jolts from my hardened nipples straight to my pussy.

"I'm going to come!" I screamed out as I felt myself balancing on the precipice, ready to fall into what I knew would be the best orgasm of my life. Even better than the one I'd just had.

Oh, my goodness, the guy was a sex god. He had to be. No real man could feel this good. Or certainly no man I'd ever met before had ever made me feel like this. Not that I'd had sex with that many, but I'd had a few relationships and compared to those guys, Miki was definitely in a class of his own.

My hips rose to meet his thrusts, matching his rhythm as we created our own minor symphony of pleasurable sounds.

Miki's groans and pants and my cries and whimpers were music to my ears. He was the conductor of my desire, and he certainly knew how to play the best tunes.

My body shook as another orgasm burst from me, pulling his own with it.

"Fuck!" he grunted as he ground his hips one last time, his hot cum shooting inside me.

He held still, his face buried in my neck as the last drops of his seed filled me.

After a few minutes, he gently pulled out and moved to lie beside me, cuddling close to my body. We lay there panting hard in the aftermath of our incredible orgasms.

"Wow!" he said with a chuckle as our breathing finally returned to normal.

"That was amazing," I agreed.

"Shit! We didn't use a condom!" I cried when I felt his sticky cum dripping down my thigh.

He shot to his elbows and looked at me as if the reality of the situation had just dawned on him, too.

"I'm clean," he told me in a rush.

"Me too, and I'm on the pill, so we should be fine," I confirmed and breathed a sigh of relief; thank fuck. What the hell had I been thinking?

Mr Sexy Lips nodded, but for a second I thought I caught a brief flash of disappointment in his eyes. Nah, don't be dumb, I told myself as I dismissed the idea as nonsense.

"Want to untie me now?" I wriggled, pulling at my hands.

"But I like you all tied up and at my mercy," he teased, running his hands down my body.

The look in his eyes told me he was up for round two and while I would love to indulge in another tussle with him, it was dangerous. The man was getting under my skin, and I had enough problems to deal with, without adding man trouble to the mix. I was reluctant to end this, but we had to, before things went too far.

If they hadn't already!

"Uh, huh! Untie me!" I said, my lips twitching in amusement.

Miki did what I asked. Then I watched him as he turned to pick up his trousers and I got a glimpse of his muscular back and tight ass.

God, he was so sexy! It was like a reverse strip tease. I'd thoroughly enjoyed watching him remove his closed earlier, but I was having just as much fun as I watched him put them back on. More so even because now he was taking his time, and I could get to really look at his hot body.

My Mr Sexy Lips was tall, broad shouldered and muscular. Big everywhere, in fact, and yes, that included down there. Wow, no wonder I was stretched so full!

He must work out a lot to keep that physique, I thought as I admired him from head to toe. Oh my, he really was a feast for the eyes. I wasn't sure if I was reading too much into his actions, but he seemed as reluctant to end things as I felt.

Sadness filled me as I resigned myself to the fact that our time together was over.

Why did he have to be a criminal? Why couldn't he be someone I could be with?

Does he really have to go? Maybe we could fit in another round, or two, after all? Let's pull him back to bed, the naughty little voice in my head said.

Hell, I wanted to do just that. My palms itched to grab him to me, but I restrained myself, turned away from his gorgeousness and forced my hands to put on my hello kitty pyjamas instead. They weren't sexy, but at least they were cute, and I would not go searching around my drawers for something more flattering when he was about to leave.

My heart sunk as we finally faced each other again, fully clothed. This was it, the end of whatever was going on between us. Sorrow threatened to overwhelm me at the thought of never seeing him again. Geez, I had it bad. I really didn't want him to leave, which was utterly crazy.

When Miki first appeared in my house, I hadn't wanted him in my space, but it wasn't because I thought he would hurt me. Not knowing him, I should have been more concerned about that, yet I hadn't really felt danger from him. Oh, he was dangerous, that I knew without a doubt, but I hadn't believed he was a danger to me. However, the real reason I hadn't wanted him in my home was because I was insanely attracted to him, and that was not good.

There was more to this man than he let on and I had to admit I was intrigued by him, but with everything else going on in my life, I didn't want to know more. It wouldn't do me any good to get any more involved with him anyway because we were worlds apart and there was no changing that.

Police officers and criminals didn't mix. Well, not unless the police officer was corrupt and while I might break the law to bring killers to justice, I wasn't now and never would be a corrupt police officer.

Despite saying he was a businessman; I knew Miki had to be some sort of criminal. I believed what he told me about Mathieson and his reason for breaking into the office was true; it was all the parts he missed out that put my police senses on full alert.

A normal businessman would go to the police with their problems or, at the very least, hire a private investigator, but he wouldn't be running around illegally breaking into offices by himself. And he definitely wouldn't be so adept at doing it.

My Mr Sexy Lips was not the innocent businessman he pretended to be. Just exactly what he was involved in, however, I didn't know. And that was the reason we couldn't work together even though I could use the help.

We stared at each other for what seemed like ages, neither of us saying anything and neither making a move. Tension crackled between us. It seemed we were both reluctant to end this. Shit, this was hard.

Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Cute," he said as he scanned me up and down.

Laughing to lighten the mood further, I gave him a quick twirl.

A slow, sexy smile spread over his face, and he chuckled as I finished the twirl with a flourish.

Fuck, I could lose myself in that smile and those gorgeous grey eyes. Damn, I really had it bad. This was why I hadn't wanted him in my house.

I'd fallen hard in lust before, but after a quick fuck, it would normally be over with. These things always fizzled out fast. What we just did should have been enough to get him out of my system. That was the only reason I allowed it to happen. We'd wanted each other, and we'd scratched an itch, but that really should have been the end.

So, why wasn't it?

Because this is way more than lust!

Shit, I knew I should have made him leave.

Too late now! That bloody little voice said, sounding way too gleeful.

That's when I realised it wasn't over. It didn't matter that we shouldn't see one another again; it was inevitable. This was not the last time we would get down and dirty.

However, I needed to be cautious; I didn't know whom I was dealing with, and I may be enamoured by him, but I couldn't afford to let that influence me. The man was hiding something, and until I knew what it was, he couldn't be fully trusted.

So, I needed to learn who he was, after all.

As Miki sauntered towards me, I made a show of fishing around inside my bag before pulling out a lip balm and applying it.

"What do you plan on doing about Mathieson now, Eilidh?" he asked me.

"Get the evidence I need and bring him to justice!" I stated as I walked purposefully towards him, rubbing my lips together, successfully getting his attention where I wanted it.

"Well, be careful," he said, his eyes riveted to my mouth.

When I reached him, he took me in his arms and kissed me briefly on the lips. Before he could let go, I grabbed him around the waist and gave him a quick hug.

The minute I let go, he turned and, without looking back, rushed out of the bedroom door. A few seconds later, the front door closed. He was gone.

Bye Mr Sexy Lips. See you soon .

Smirking, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

Seeing Mr Sexy Lips tonight wasn't entirely a surprise. I had found the little tracker he placed on my hoodie and knew he had traced me home despite my best efforts. Therefore, I had thought I might see him again. I just hadn't known when.

After finding the tracker, I'd replayed our encounter and realised that he must have been in the office when I was searching through it. He had likely been doing the same thing before I'd disturbed him, and he'd been forced to hide. Obviously in the little bathroom. That's why Mathieson's computer had still been powering down when I entered.

When the mysterious Russian had revealed himself and saved me from being caught by the security guard, I'd been curious about why he'd been there and knew he had to have been curious about me, too.

However, him breaking into my home tonight had been unexpected, as I had an excellent security system. That he had bypassed it meant that he had someone very talented working with him. Although, to be honest, I knew that already when they hacked into the security system of Mathieson's building. So, I guess it really shouldn't have surprised me.

When Miki asked to work with me, my first instinct was to decline. After all, he had divulged nothing during our so-called exchange of information. That had been disappointing, and I'd been determined to make him leave before I ended up spilling any more of my own discoveries. However, he'd stayed and now things had changed. My feelings in particular.

My mystery Russian had tracked me down, and now I was going to turn the tables on him. Then I'd figure out my next move and perhaps, just perhaps, I'd agree to work with him after all. At present, it wasn't in my best interest, but life had a way of throwing you a curve ball when you least expected it and so that could change at any time.

If it did, the more I knew about him and where to find him, the better. So, I'd placed the tracker on the inside of his belt.

Mr Sexy Lips thought he was smart, tracking me down, keeping his cards close to his chest and his identity hidden. But he forgot something vital. I was a detective, and investigating was my thing. By wearing his balaclava, he expected to remain anonymous. He really underestimated me if he thought that would stop me from finding out who he was.

Besides, if he was using technology and a hacker, I thought he might have placed cameras in Mathieson's office. If that was true, he could end up with information that could be vital to my case. That in itself was a good reason to see the guy again, and if we had another intimate encounter, I would not complain.

Settling back onto the crumpled bed where we'd just been playing, I opened my phone and logged into the tracker app, readying myself to play a different type of game. He might think he was the one in control of this little chess match he had going on with me, but I would soon show Mr Sexy Lips the error of his ways.

Smiling, I watched the little dot move away from the area.

Game on!

After making sure the tracker was doing its job, I climbed into bed, intent on getting some much needed rest. The exhaustion I'd felt earlier had returned, and I badly needed to sleep.

As I snuggled under the covers, I sniffed hard.

My sheets smelt of sex and hot Russian male. With a huge grin on my face, I replayed what we'd done. What a night!

Settling into a comfortable position, I relaxed and hugged the pillow where Miki had briefly lain and closed my eyes, expecting to fall asleep right away. However, my brain wasn't ready to rest despite my exhaustion and no matter how hard I tried to fall asleep, the bloody thing eluded me.

But I kept trying anyway, tossing and turning for hours, until I couldn't take it anymore.

Fuck it!

Annoyed and frustrated, I threw the covers aside and got up.

Too many questions about Mr Sexy Lips were on my mind and there was no escaping them. So, I opened the tracking app again and checked its position. Smiling, I noticed that the little dot had remained in the same place… the Hilton Hotel… for quite some time.

Bingo!

Next, I looked up Russian names to see what Miki might stand for. Mikhail seemed the most appropriate choice.

With a name and location, I was one step closer to solving the puzzle of my mystery man.

Something Miki forgot about when trying to hide his identity was his tattoo, which was beautiful and completely unique. It was on his upper left arm and was the face of a grey wolf with piercing silver-grey eyes, just like Miki's.

The first time I'd noticed it, something about it niggled at me. However, I'd naturally been far too distracted at the time to think too much about it. Now I was sure I had seen it before.

Frowning, I pursed my lips and tutted when I couldn't think where.

Since the sexy Russian was likely a criminal, the obvious answer would be to check the police database when I got back to work in case he was on file. Yet I doubted that. While I believed the guy was indeed a villain, and he was obviously good at breaking into places, he didn't seem like your usual run-of-the-mill thief. Or the type to get caught.

Besides, I really didn't think him being a criminal was how I recognised his tattoo. There was some other reason for that.

My head ached trying to remember.

The sense of power and danger Miki exuded and his comments about being a businessman made me think he was used to being in charge. It was likely this man was very successful and probably hid his criminal activities behind a legitimate businessman's fa?ade.

Closing my eyes, I focused on the image of the wolf in my head. Around its neck was a collar with a tag that depicted an eight-point star with the letter R inside it. The star resembled the one used by the Russian Mafia.

Could Mr Sexy Lips be connected to the Bratva?

Chewing on my bottom lip, I pondered that.

There was no Bratva operating in Glasgow, or Scotland, as far as I knew, but we had them here in the UK. So, it wasn't outside the realm of possibility. The Russian accent and my view that his criminality was hidden behind the businessman's fa?ade certainly aligned with that theory.

As I waited to feel guilt over the fact that I might not just have slept with a thief, I might have slept with a Mafia man. I was shocked when it didn't come.

Shit!

My black and white world had truly become skewed if that idea didn't bother me. A few weeks ago, I was sure it would have horrified me. Of course, a few weeks ago, I viewed the world in a way I now knew was completely na?ve.

Taking a deep breath, I came to terms with the idea.

What was done was done. I couldn't change it and, if truth be known, I didn't want to. The guy had rocked my world and whether or not he was Bratva, nothing would change that. And nothing would stop this obsessive attraction I had for him, either. We had chemistry, and that was that.

God, those kisses! That sex!

My pussy throbbed as my mind went down that rabbit hole again. I clamped my lips tightly down on the giggle that threatened as images flashed in my brain like a private porn show.

God, I wished my friend Lisa was around so I could tell her all about Mr Sexy Lips.

As my best friend, she'd love to hear all about my exploits with the hot Russian. We'd met on our first day at university before I joined the Police. She'd been studying journalism, and I'd studied English. We'd hit it off immediately and had remained besties ever since.

Unfortunately, she was currently travelling abroad with her boyfriend, Danny. She was a successful travel vlogger, and he was a photographer. They made a great team, and I expected to hear news of an engagement soon. I'd helped Danny pick out a ring for her before they left last month for their new adventure, but I knew he was waiting to find the right moment to propose.

The pair had been in a relationship since our university days, too. Lisa and Danny were made for each other. Personally, I envied them because I hadn't been so lucky in love. Oh, I attracted enough men, but just never the rights ones. After a string of unsatisfying relationships, I'd become jaded with dating and until my sexy Russian, I had been celibate for some time.

Lisa was always telling me I was a born-again virgin, so she would be really pleased to hear my dry spell was finally over. She'd love to hear all the gory details.

Although, to be honest, even if she had been here to gossip with, I wouldn't have been able to tell her any of this because she'd likely want to help with my investigation and put herself in danger. There was no way I'd ever allow that, so it was just as well she was far away from all of this.

That didn't stop me from missing her like crazy, though.

To compensate, I pulled up her vlog. Her beaming face filled the screen, and I laughed and smiled as I replayed her latest videos.

She showed off a henna design a Malaysian woman had just painted on her hand and that's when I had my light bulb moment.

I gasped, excited.

Flicking through Lisa's old vlogs, I grinned when I found what I was looking for.

Yes!

This vlog was from when she attended the opening of a new London club called Glitz. I remembered the vlog because the club looked amazing. It was owned by a Russian family called Rominov.

The image of the wolf's collar sprung to mind. R for Rominov?

Checking her linked blog, I discovered the parents were dead, and the business was run by the siblings and a cousin. They were said to be quite private and shied away from media coverage, but there was a rare photograph of the family in front of another of their businesses with their names underneath; Mikhail, Sashenka, Marko, Sonia, and Romivick.

As I looked at the face of Mikhail Rominov, butterflies erupted in my stomach. It was hard to tell the colour of his eyes from the picture, but he was tall and muscular, with a handsome face, dark hair, a beard, and very familiar.

Underneath, Lisa had added some other rare photographs that were obviously taken by paparazzi. One of them showed Mikhail on a yacht wearing only swim shorts, and his glorious chest was on display, and there on his upper left arm was the tattoo.

Mikhail Rominov was my mystery Russian, Mr Sexy Lips himself.

Gotcha babe!

Smirking at having already discovered who he was and where I could find him, I printed out his photographs and the other ones of his family and then snuggled back down in bed to study them.

They were a good-looking family, but Miki was the sexiest, with his dark hair and beard. Call me a cliché, but I had a thing for guys that were not only tall, dark and handsome but had beards and tattoos.

I'd been drawn to the man from the moment I had sniffed his scent in the stairwell of Mathieson's building. However, after our amazing sex, and now studying his gorgeous features, well, I had to say; I was well and truly infatuated with the guy.

It had happened so fast, and might not be love exactly, but it was definitely more than mere lust. I wasn't a great believer in love at first sight, or in this case, first sniff. That sort of thing was only for books.

However, I couldn't get him out of my head, and it definitely bordered on obsession. I had the distinct feeling that meeting Mr Sexy Lips was going to have a profound effect on my future, and I wasn't sure I liked that.

Staring at his image again, I had to admit; he was gorgeous and obviously rich. I doubted I could do better. The only problem I could see with this infatuation was the fact that we so obviously came from different worlds. Miles apart in so many ways. Could this thing between us really bridge that gap?

Who knew?

With everything else I had to deal with, I didn't want to think about it anymore. A sense of inevitability washed over me again and I sighed. Whatever was going to happen between Miki and me, fate could decide.