As he walked around me, my body hummed in anticipation. I gulped when he rounded and stood in front of me. His eye twitched, and his hands clenched at his sides.
“Did you need to ask me something, kitten?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed, not recognizing myself. “Do you mind if I take my hair down?”
He didn’t answer except to reach up and move my hands away from the back of my head. His skilled fingers worked to remove my tie, and my hair cascaded down my shoulders and fell around my breasts before I moved my hands back into position.
He leaned down and growled in my ear, “You and I are going to have a long conversation later. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Use your words, malyshka,” Nik commanded, breaking the tension.
“Yes, Sir,” I responded quickly, letting out my breath.
“I get first glance,” Alek growled.
My lips turned up in a small grin. I had a feeling he would want to see my breasts first. He looked like a man possessed. Like he was struggling to decide whether to throw me over his shoulder and take me to my room or allow me to continue.
I kept my eyes forward. “Sir, you may look, but no touching.”
He smirked, moving one finger from the center of my forehead and then down my nose. As he got to my chin, he pushed my head back. I trembled. His finger traced down my neck, and then his hand wrapped around it. He squeezed the sides and stepped closer.
“Kitten, every time I’m around you, you seem to surprise me. Who the hell are you?”
I moaned low, feeling lightheaded with his gentle squeezes on my throat. He let go, and then his fingers traveled lower. I could feel the ends of my hair tickling the back of my thighs. Then he pushed the right part of the cut tank top to the side.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, pushing the other side open.
My face flushed in embarrassment, but I didn’t want him to stop. Almost forgetting what we were all doing—which was just playing a game—I was startled when I heard Ivan clear his throat.
“You may proceed,” Alek said, releasing me.
Turning my attention to Nikolai, I took a step in his direction. I couldn’t help but smirk. The grin on his face was so wide, he was flashing a dimple. He looked smug and confident. I wanted to unravel him too. I could feel the icy stare from Jenna and turned to her.
Plastering a fake smile on my face, I said, “I’m going to need your man. However, what I take from him, I won’t be giving back. It’s just a game, and we’re all friends, right?”
Nik leaned forward, rolling in laughter. I pushed hard against his chest and climbed on his lap, straddling him. He instantly stopped and grabbed my hips, drawing in a surprised breath.
“Careful, little girl,” he growled.
I raised my eyebrow and grasped the bottom of his shirt. Letting my fingers linger on the waistband of his jeans, I trailed them over his lower stomach, loving how it flinched under my touch.
Leaning in, I growled, “Mine.” I pulled his shirt up and over his head.
God, it smelled so good. It was both stimulating and soothing at the same time. I brought his shirt up to my nose, letting his scent cover me. I rubbed the soft material against my cheek. His breath was ragged as his fingers caressed my collarbones.
“My turn,” he said.
I squeezed him between my thighs, and his jaw clenched as I slapped his hands away.
“Not yet.” I traced his tattoo before leaning in. I settled my pussy over his hard cock. My eyes fluttered closed at the contact.
He hissed, and I opened my eyes. “I take back my earlier comment, Crow.”
He smirked at the use of his nickname. I’d heard the boys using them earlier at dinner, and it felt right flowing from my mouth.
“I think I can see now why she drops everything for you.” Squeezing him tightly, I rubbed against him a few times.
