Instead of taking her mouth, Nicholai dipped his head to her neck, taking nips and soothing them with his tongue.
Mira’s head fell back and she continued stroking him, as his lips moved lower and down toward the neckline of her dress.
His hands reached behind her back and she felt the zipper being lowered and then her neckline dropped to her waist exposing her breasts, clad in a strapless, nude, lace bra.
She watched his eyes glow as he pushed the cups down, to expose the swollen globes. His thumbs circled her pebbled nipples, making her arch her back and Mira circled her thumb over the tip of his cock in time with his movements.
He plumped one breast with his fingers and took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly, grazing lightly with his teeth.
Mira cried out as lightning zinged throughout her body, going straight to her clit. He moved to the other nipple, and she glanced down to find him watching the expressions cross her face at his actions.
She wanted him to feel what she was feeling, so she started pumping his cock with more earnest and heard him grunt in response.
“You like that?” she asked, her voice going sultry.
“It feels fucking amazing.” His voice was guttural. “I’m so close, baby.”
She loved that. The idea that she could make him come with her hand alone.
She wriggled off his lap and he tried to stop her.
“No, let me,” she told him, putting her other hand on his chest to ward him off.
She knelt between his legs, making sure to let his cock brush her breasts. Still pumping his cock in her hand, she angled the tip so that it slid back and forth against her nipples, first one, then the other, coating them in his pre-cum.
The sight was his undoing. Nicholai’s hips jerked once and he threw back his head.
Mira had about a second’s warning and quickly covered his cock with her mouth, taking it in deep and sucking strongly. She heard him shout as he started coming down her throat in hot spurts.
She had just finished licking her lips when she felt Nicholai’s hands go to her waist. He practically threw her onto the seat next to them, so that their positions were reversed.
He bunched her skirt to her waist, hooked his fingers at the side of her lace thong and tore it off her. He could see her juices clinging to the damp lace and his mouth watered.
He dipped a finger into the wet folds, slid it along her clit and down to her opening. He watched intently as sheer pleasure crossed her face.
He threw a leg over each shoulder and set his mouth on her.
Mira screamed as his tongue lapped at her swollen clit in hard flicks. She was already on the verge and came immediately, her body rocking back and forth against the seat.
Nicholai didn’t give her time to recover but opened her wider, with his fingers spreading her folds, and settled his mouth over her soft clit. He stroked it again so that it immediately hardened under his tongue.
Mira’s hands gripped his hair, pulling the dark strands as his mouth worked between her legs.
He reached up and squeezed her nipple, just as he bit down on her clit and she came again, bucking against his mouth and flooding him with her juices.
Nicholai watched as she panted, her body covered in a fine sheen of perspiration and almost buried himself in her in that moment. The action was ended by the car pulling over to the side of the road.
The car had just come to a stop and Nicholai realized that they had arrived at Mira’s home. He needed to make sure she got in all right.
Mira watched, boneless, as Nicholai adjusted her clothing, making sure everything was back in place, and shoved her torn thong into his jacket pocket before adjusting himself back into his pants.
He knocked on the partition and the back door opened quickly. He got out and helped Mira through the open car door, who was surprised to recognize the surroundings as her own home.
The cold air seemed to sober her up because she suddenly felt exposed and slightly shocked at her behavior.
“Nicholai…,” she began but he pressed his lips gently to hers, silencing her as if already sensing her regret.
“Don’t say anything,” he murmured against her lips. “Meet me at my office tomorrow and we’ll talk.”
“About the project,” she said firmly.
He let out a wistful smile but nodded to appease her.
“Yes, about the project.” He turned her around and nudged her toward her door.
He watched as she slightly wobbled toward her front door while fishing for her keys. She opened the door and ducked inside, casting a quick glance back at him in the process. He stood there in silence, watching her door as it closed; and there he remained, long after she had gone inside.
“I have the hangover from hell,” Mira groused over the phone the next morning, as she struggled to get ready for work.
She already had Jahan settled in eating breakfast and hurried to get dressed herself. She decided to make a quick call to Kaley to update her on last night.
“At least you have your own project, Mir! That’s amazing!” Kaley always looked at the bright side.
Mira let out a huff.
“Yeah, but did I deserve it?” she asked Kaley. “We know Nicholai is biased toward me.”
She could picture Kaley rolling her eyes.
“Well duh.”
Mira hesitated.
“You haven’t said anything about the car ride,” said Kaley, wondering if she was actively avoiding bringing it up.
“I’m not going to judge you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Kaley told her. “I’m happy you forgave him. I think he deserves a second chance, like you gave me.”
Mira sighed.
“But now I have to work with him, Kales.” Mira rubbed a hand over her forehead, “It’s going to make things weird.”
“It’s only going to be weird if you make it weird,” Kaley said wisely. “Nicholai is a professional. Do you think there are women he has worked with that he hasn’t slept with?”
Mira immediately thought of Natasha and wanted to scratch someone’s eyes out—preferably hers.
“You’re right,” she told Kaley firmly. “I can handle this.”
“Of course you can,” Kaley agreed. “Why don’t you get to know him like he says? I’m sure he isn’t as bad as you think.”
“Fine,” Mira said, snapping her compact closed. “I’ll try to keep an open mind about Nicholai.”
“Nicholai!”
Mira whirled around to see Jahan standing at her bedroom door, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Are you talking to Nicholai?”
Mira groaned out loud.
“Gotta go do some damage control,” she told Kaley. “Too many ears around.”
Kaley was still laughing as Mira ended the call.
