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I pour myself another glass of Vodka while I stare at the long white box delivered to my house for Delaney. I forgot out about the stupid cocktail party tonight at the Mayor’s home. I usually hate shit like this, where we get dressed up and act like upstanding citizens, but I hate it even more, knowing that Delaney is going with Ivan. Getting into politics was Gavrill’s idea, and I have to admit it’s paid off for us. We’re able to keep the police out of areas where we do serious business, and we get a heads up on any big plans. With Denis as a senator, we’re able to put legislation into place that benefits the Bratva without anyone suspecting a thing. On the other side of this coin, I now have to watch Delaney walk around the Mayor’s house on Ivan’s arm.
A soft knock sounds at my door, and I drain the rest of my Vodka before answering. “Come in.”
Delaney steps inside. Her hair is pulled up at the top of her head in a tight bun. She’s wearing those scrubs that should turn me off, but for some reason, I can’t tear my eyes away. She nicely fills out anything she wears. I watch her soft eyes as they glance at the empty glass in my hand before turning to the fireplace that I started.
“I know you have my dress in here,” she says quietly.
“I do.”
“Do you plan on giving it to me?”
“I don’t want to.”
She crosses the room and perches her ass on the edge of my desk. “Don’t make this night difficult.”
“I’m not a child, Delaney. I know how to behave at a cocktail party.”
She looks me over as if not genuinely believing me before holding out her hand. “The dress, Alek.”
Instead of picking up the white box on the floor next to me, I roll my office chair over to her so that I’m now sitting in between her thighs. Her breathing increases as I place both hands on the side of her ass and stand to my feet. She has to bend her neck to look up at me. Her throat shifts as she swallows. She’s so small compared to me: a lamb and a lion.
“I don’t like the dress,” I say, my voice coming out raw and husky.
She doesn’t say anything, not that I expect her to. Ivan sent it for her, so she has to wear it. The event is in a few hours. I’m taking up the time she has to get ready. Good, maybe then everyone won’t stare at her like Ivan’s arm candy because that is precisely what he’s hoping for. With a dress like that on my girl, she’ll be the center of attention.
Her hands come up to my arms, and she rubs the length of them. Her touch is so gentle and soft, the complete opposite of who I am. I lean forward, and she leans back until her back touches the hard wooden desk.
Her breathing quickens as I run a finger along the seam of her pants. “I’m going to be late,” she says.
I briefly look up at her, but I don’t reply. I could give a damn if she’s late. I prefer she doesn’t go at all, but that wouldn’t go over very well with Ivan or her father. I take my time removing her pants and panties, leaving them in a pile on the carpeted floor. That gorgeous pink pussy stares back at me. Perfectly bare and ready for me. I run my thumb through her slit, feeling the wetness that coats her. I suppress a groan before pulling out the top drawer in my desk and grabbing the black lacy panties.
“What-”
I set them on the desk next to her. “Put those on and go get ready.”
She closes her legs and sits up. “Are you serious?”
I bend down, grab the white box, and sit on the desk.
“You can be a real ass sometimes; you know that.”
I grab her chin in between my two fingers and force her to look at me. “Wear the panties, don’t take them off until I say so.”
She pushes off the desk tearing her face from my hand in the process. Grabbing the box and the panties, she leaves the room, but not before slamming my door so hard the pictures on the wall vibrate.