“If you really want to encourage my bad habits, you could get me something that would be put to far greater use,” I said, and reached behind me for the item.
“And what’s that?”
I held up the vintage mirror with a “Voila!” and the smirk he gave me was as close to a grin as I was going to get.
I’d take it.
Without a word, Dimitri snapped his fingers, and one of his guards stepped forward and handed the artist a thick wad of cash. Her eyes widened in surprise, as did mine, and then Dimitri snatched up the mirror and my hand and led us out of the tent.
Alessio caught my eyes briefly as I passed, but anything more than a quick look was too risky. It was in his hands now, and it was up to him whether he took the nativity home with him or just fished it out.
It’d look kinda cute on his desk.
The second we exited the covered stall, I sucked in a huge lungful of air. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding it while I was in there, but the threat of getting caught was real.
But it was done. Too close for my liking, but I’d had closer calls and lived to tell the tale.
I reached for the mirror in Dimitri’s hand and took it, lifting it up to our faces.
“Oh my,” I said. “Look at the state of these two gorgeous but frozen sex gods. Looks like they need some glühwein to warm right up, stat—what do you say?”
14
DIMITRI
ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER bedroom, but this time it came with a private performance.
I no longer had to share Benoit with other leering eyes and stiff cocks in a room full of people. This one-on-one attention he’d promised was the only reason I’d agreed to spend a few hours wandering around Prague’s Christmas markets in the cold. It wasn’t my thing, but the festivities seemed to please Benoit, and since he’d already proven he was worth every penny, I would make sure to keep him happy.
Give him what he wants, take what I want.
“Now this is more like it,” Benoit said as he stepped into the room and let his coat drop from his shoulders and down his arms. He still had a few layers to go after our time outside, and I was going to enjoy the show.
“This room is more to your liking?”
“I’m sure any room in this castle isacceptable, but this one’s a step above, wouldn’t you say?”
“Perhaps. Bigger is better for you?”
As he walked toward me, he lowered his eyes below my hips. “Bigger isdefinitelymy type.”Then he pushed me back onto thebed and began to pull his gloves free, one finger at a time. “Make yourself comfortable.”
I spread my hands behind me, resting back on them. This was what I enjoyed, the tease that followed through.
Benoit took his phone out of his pocket, hit a couple of buttons, a sultry song started to play, and the striptease began.
As he swayed his hips, he reached up for the scarf artfully wound around his neck and slowly pulled it down.
He wasn’t even showing any skin yet and already my dick was stirring to life. It was in the way Benoit moved his body, the way his hazel eyes penetrated mine. Being the sole subject of his attention had my adrenaline pumping in the same way as the many dangerous positions I’d put myself in. This man was every bit as high risk, but it was a risk I was more than willing to take.
“Take your sweater off,” I said.
Benoit gave a low chuckle and shook his head. “You’re not the one in charge here,mon monstre.” He kicked his winter boots off, one after the other, both of them landing clear on the other side of the room. “This is my show.”
“I thought it was my show?”
“And I thought I told you to sit back and relax?”
I narrowed my eyes, but I’d let him have control in this instance. When I complied, the bossy bottom continued.
