No! I shouldn’t! Stop!
“Yes.” I breathe the word before any part of my brain can get involved and ruin everything.
“Do you want to come for me like a good girl?” He runs his tongue along the shell of my ear. “Do you want to be my good girl?”
I’m going to die on this very spot if he keeps this up. Good luck to him explaining how he killed a woman with just his words.
“Vivienne, answer me.” He bites down on my neck, sending a new shockwave of arousal through me.
“Yes!”
“Good girl,” he says hotly.
His finger slides deep inside me. The pad of his thumb strokes my clit.
I suck in air, unable to make a sound, to feel anything other than the life-altering pleasure of his fingers. His breath is hot against my ear.
“Such a pretty girl.”
Gripping the counter edge tighter, I push my hips toward him, needing more. Unsure if I can handle it.
A second finger thrusts inside of me, and I cry out. I’m delirious with sensations.
I grip his shoulder, needing to hold onto him, to keep from floating away.
“Ivan,” I gasp his name, which seems to please him.
“Yes, sweet girl, I’m here, always here.” The pad of his thumb rubs circles into my clit while his fingers rhythmically pump in and out of me.
He kisses me again, and this time I melt right into him. The taste of him is electric; the scent of him fills me, all spice and sex. It’s too much and not enough.
“That’s my girl. Let go.”
His voice is raw, rough in my ear.
He thrusts his fingers faster, curling them in exactly the right way while his thumb dominates my clit.
I throw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest as my body tightens.
I’m a loaded gun. And his finger pulls the trigger.
My orgasm tears through me. Mini explosions pulse through me. I throw my head back, falling away from him and crying out his name. Aftershocks shoot through me as my vision finally clears.
“So fucking beautiful.” He kisses me.
It’s tender—sweet even. And when he breaks away, my mouth tingles as much as the rest of me.
I swallow, unsure of what to say, to do.
The hard length of his erection presses into my hip. Someone help me, it makes my body want him all over again.
The bathroom door bursts open.
“Ivan, you in there?” Yosef’s voice echoes in the bathroom.
Ivan moves to put himself in front of me, shielding me from Yosef’s eyes.
“Yeah.”
