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Anastasia Lenkov wants to live a normal life as a nurse after escaping her old, brutal life. But her past keeps catching up with her. She is on the run from the Russian mafia, because her father, the boss, will n...
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One of the corners of her mouth pulled up before she spoke, "We don't have time for this. The ball-"
I interrupted her, "The ball can wait, it's noon, it wouldn't be so bad if we were a little late." My hands wandered along her waist and I watched them run over the soft material of her dress before I continued, "The ball goes from noon to night, it doesn't matter when we arrive."
I pulled her to the edge of the table in front of me, towards me. The woman in front of me exhaled deeply as her hands wrapped around the material of my tie, gripping it tightly. Slowly she pulled the tie in her direction to pull my face close to hers.
Her face was now right in front of mine when she gave me a warning look and spoke, "It took me a long fucking time to put this dress on, Ramirez." Her hand released my tie and she rested her palms on my chest.
I hummed low, "I'll figure something else out." A smirk spread across my lips.
My hands gripped her hips tighter and I moved her even closer to me, if that was even possible, and let her feel the bulge in my suit pants she had caused.
My hands trailed down to her thighs. I noticed how she was holding her breath as I traced over a certain spot on the outside of her thigh.
I cocked an eyebrow and ran my hands down to the hem of her dress, my fingers clasped around it and I tightened them around the fabric. My gaze found her eyes before I began to slowly move the fabric up to her hips. Her hips lifted as she helped me pull the fabric over her ass so that the end of the dress was now level with her waist.
My gaze slid over her thighs first, but before it could slide further up I saw what had made her hold her breath earlier as my hands touched the spot.
A garter was tied to her thigh. A small knife and an object that looked like lipstick was stuck in the garter against her thigh.
A deep chuckle left my throat before I spoke, "Where did you get that knife?"
Her hands slid down my chest to my crotch and she clasped my waistband over the button of my suit pants. I drew in a breath as her other palm settled over my bulge.
She shrugged as she spoke, "Maybe I borrowed it from Tommy. I saw it next to his gun in his holster."
Another hum escaped from between my lips, "You borrowed it?" Sarcasm clear in my words.
Her fingers ran over the material above my dick as she looked me in the eye and spoke, "Maybe I'll give it back to him." Her eyes looked up at me innocently as I drew in a heavy breath, my cock hard in my suit pants.
"Maybe not." she whispered, her eyebrows raised in amusement.
Once again, a low growl left my throat and my gaze again passed over her lower body, which was displayed right in front of me.
