Viktor(50)

I close my eyes for a second to think. “Ugh. You know what? I’ll deal with this later,” I say. “I don’t want to talk about this. Not now.”

Winston rubs his lips together. “Do whatever you think is best. I’m just the messenger.”

“Thanks,” I say, as he turns around and walks away.

“Oh, Viktor?”

I look up.

“Hmm?”

“Try not to punch a hole in your door next time. I’m getting tired of having to replace them.”

I laugh. “I can try, but I won’t promise anything.”

He shakes his head as he closes the door behind him.

I sigh and turn around, attempting to get back to work, which is when the door creaks again.

“What do you want now?” I say.

“Nothing.”

Startled, I turn around at the sound of her voice.

“Lexi.” My voice almost falters when I see her naked legs coming out underneath a tiny, white nightgown. A thin piece of cloth covers her delicious, naked body … and I know exactly what it looks like. I see it in front of me, even when she’s not totally nude … but it feels like she is.

I lick my lips at the sight of her. Damn. I’m so glad I bought those clothes just in case I ever got a visitor.

She holds up a finger and sways, a smirk on her lips. “Alexis or Lex. Not Lexi.”

“You just don’t like it when I decide what to call you.”

She narrows her eyes at me but doesn’t respond.

I shrug, grinning like a stupid motherfucker. “Still angry with me?”

She takes a deep breath and closes the door behind her, slipping closer seductively. “Depends…”

“On what?”

“This place … you haven’t shown it to me before.” She looks around and takes everything in.

“It’s my workplace.”

“Where you like to be left alone. Yeah, I know.” She looks at me and raises a brow. “Sorry.”

I put down my stuff again. “It’s fine.” I clear my throat when I see her push her tits forward with her arms.

“Can I touch stuff?” Touch stuff … oh boy.

“If you don’t break anything.” I watch her from the corner of my eye as she goes around the room and pulls books off the shelves, picks up some of the jewelry I’ve crafted, and inspects the tools I work with like they’re made by aliens.

“Find something you like?” I ask.

She turns her head and smiles deviously. “I have …”

“Show me,” I say, leaning back in my chair.

A hint of a smile appears on her lips, and she sits down on the table a few feet away from me.

Her legs widen.

Spread.

A cocky smile flashes on her face as her hand carefully slides down the crevice between her tits, all the way down her abdomen to the place of my fixation. She slowly pulls up the nightgown until it exposes just a slight sliver of her pussy … but it’s more than enough.

Two fingers slip down her slit, and I shiver with delight.

They swirl, agonizingly slow, circling her clit, and all I can think of is going over there and doing it myself.

But I bury my nails in my seat, sit back, and watch her intently, curious as to where this is going. Why she’s doing this.

Up and down her fingers go, her legs spreading even farther as she speeds up. Wetness glistens at her entrance, and it makes me want to lick my lips. Instead, I bite my bottom lip and force myself to stay put.

She keeps gazing at me with this seductive look in her eye … but it isn’t a look I recognize.

It feels like a trap.

Like she’s planning to use this against me, and I don’t like it one bit.

“You want this?” she moans, bringing her finger to her mouth to suck it. “Mmm …”

I cock my head, narrowing my eyes. “Lexi … I’d kill for you. In fact, I already have.”

She grins, but I find it hard to concentrate on her eyes with her pussy wide open and on display. “You’d kill for this pussy … Come and get it then.”

“I would … but I know nothing comes for free.”

She frowns. “C’mon. Let’s just have some fun.”

“What do you want, Lexi?”

She makes a face. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

“And I want to fuck you, but that doesn’t mean we should.”

“Of course, we should …” She jumps off the table, the nightgown falling over her legs again, finally allowing me to breathe. “You want me, I want you. One plus one equals two. It’s not hard. Although, you are …” Her tongue dips out to playfully wet her lips as she walks toward me and sits down on my lap.

I tense up immediately, my body still not used to the fact that someone wants to touch it … someone seeking me out.