The Russian Billionaire: A Romantic Suspense Novel by Georgia Carre (readict .TXT) 📕

He sits on the sofa next to me and slides his hand up my thigh. “Jesus, I can never get enough of you. Open your legs.”

I spread my thighs and show him my pussy.

As his head moves to get between my thighs, I catch his face between my palms. “Konstantin?”

“Yeah.”

“Konstantin?”

“Yeah.”

“Is there anything in your office that you couldn’t bear to be apart from?’

He looks at me as if I’m talking a foreign language. “My office?”

“Yes. Is there some furniture, some files, some paintings that are important to you?”

He doesn’t have to think about it. “No.”

“Then would you mind if I redecorated it?”

He stares at me, but his eyes are still hazy with lust. “You want to redecorate my office?”

“Yeah. I know this must sound like the craziest thing you’ve ever heard, but it’s always been my dream to redecorate an office. I promise, I won’t change it too much. Maybe I’ll move the paintings around and maybe give the walls a lick of paint. Maybe cream instead of that stark white. I might even buy a plant or two.’’

He pulls my hands away from his cheeks. “Go ahead, decorate to your heart's content.” Then his warm mouth is on my pussy. I close my eyes. Today I will keep him away from his office. And tomorrow afternoon I will take some time off and start the decorating process.

And then I stop thinking and concentrate on the delicious waves of pleasure coming from between my legs.

Raine

Konstantin tells me he will not be at his home from lunchtime onwards so I can go ahead and redecorate. He seemed surprised that I was in such a hurry, but there was no suspicion in his eyes.

I did not go into his office because I did not want them to hear my voice, but I told the two guys who turned up to stack all the paintings and take them to the spare room. It only takes them three hours to give the place a coat of cream paint. Then they move all the furniture back and all the paintings except the one I switched. That one goes on the wall in the spare room and the painting that was in the spare room is brought into the office.

That evening, I bring Konstantin into the room. “Do you like it?”

He looks around, then turns to me sheepishly. “Sorry, I can’t see any difference.”

I laugh. The first real laugh since I went to meet Catherine at the café. Even thinking of her now makes goosebumps rise on my skin. The first thing I saw when I picked up my phone from the Faraday cage was her two-word text. She must have sent it as soon as I hung the painting up, which confirmed that it had a listening device hidden in it. Good Job

“I’m glad,” I tell Konstantin. “I held back because I wanted to keep the change subtle.”

“You seem happier, and more relaxed today,” he observes.

“I am happier. I was a bit tense yesterday, but today I’m happy. Life is good.”

“Hey, you know what I realized this morning after you had left for work?”

“What?”

“You didn’t wear the sexy sex outfit you got in London last night.”

I look at him from under my eyelashes. “I’m wearing it now… Sir.”

He laughs. “Did you just call me Sir?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Oh, you are in so much trouble.”

“What kind of trouble am I in, Sir? Is it bad enough for me to be punished?”

He doesn’t answer me. He strips off my clothes until I am standing in the little pink baby doll nightie and suspenders and I hear him draw in his breath and make a small growling sound in his throat. It is animalistic and primal.

The jolt, from the sudden sexual pang I feel, is brutal. And just like that, the air between us becomes heavy and urgent. And our connection, charged and complex.

Wordlessly, I put my finger on his chest and push at him. He allows the light pressure to move him backwards until his thighs hit his desk. He rests his butt on the edge. As I get on my knees, his beautiful eyes go molten with lust.

I nudge his thighs apart till his legs are on either side of me. Then I hook my hand in the waistband of his pants and his briefs and pull them down his hips. He lifts his ass to assist me, and I pull the material the rest of the way down. I can’t explain it, but seeing his cock so thoroughly exposed in an office setting arouses me, makes me wet with desire. The pale delicate skin, lined with bulging veins is throbbing with excitement. Like a child reaching for a new toy, I grab his erect cock. It jerks as I make contact, but as I wrap my hand around the thick, heavy shaft, I feel him swell even more.

My own sex pulses as I lower my head and stretch my mouth over the wide crest of his cock.

I hear his sharp intake of breath… and relish the response.

Hollowing my cheeks, I give the head a hard suck. A grunt of unbearable pleasure falls from his lips. I double down on my suction, my grip of him, hard. My hands fist him, moving up and down his hardness, in fluid, rhythmic strokes.

When I release my mouth from around him, a small burst of pre-cum swirls on my tongue and his jaw is clenched with the intense pleasure of my actions. I stick my tongue out and lap him up, but greedily, unashamed of my own hunger for him. The tip of my tongue twists around his head, then licks its way down the entire length of his shaft.

His fingers dig into my hair, and I move even lower to meet his balls, heavy with arousal, and take as much of them as I can in my mouth. My heart is fluttering, and I’m so turned on that molten desire drips from my sex and runs down the