Chapter Nine

 

I woke with my nose pressed into Vadmir’s chest, the tip of which was being tickled by the small patch of hair at his sternum. He was hot and strong and his legs, twisted with mine, held me close, as did his arms, one beneath me and one over my waist.

My memory couldn’t recall the moment between awake and asleep, or him being in me and then not. But what I could remember was the fabulous sex we’d had and the sensation of his cock in my ass.

I clenched my sphincter. Yes, still tender. It hadn’t been an erotic dream.

I shifted a little and he tightened his grip on me, pulling me closer.

A thick wedge of flesh poked against my thigh. God, the guy was insatiable. We’d just had an amazing time and he wanted more.

Opening my eyes, I saw that it was still pitch black in the room. We had time for another round of action before I had to dash off to the airport and catch my flight.

Trying to disturb him as little as possible, I twisted within his embrace and fumbled on the bedside table. It took a few seconds to locate a condom. When I did, I quickly opened it with my teeth, spat away the small strip of foil and then sidled up to him again. Taking his shaft in my hand, I smoothly and gently rolled the condom down his erection from tip to root.

Silently congratulating myself on finding such a perfect specimen of a cock to play with, I slid on top of him, legs either side of his hips.

I pressed my belly to his, my tits to his chest and let my pussy kiss the tip of his sheathed cock.

He groaned and I held my breath and ceased all movement. I didn’t want him to wake until I had him seated fully.

When he quieted, I maneuvered myself carefully, edging him through the damp folds of my entrance and then taking him in an inch.

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned and then raised his hands and grasped my cheeks.

Too late, he was awake.

“Shh…” I said, “just enjoy.” I planted a kiss on his mouth.

He accepted the kiss and then whispered, “Are you trying to finish me off?”

“No, just making sure we make the most of our time together.”

“Oh yeah.” He shoved his body upward, shunting into me in a smooth glide.

I gasped and pushed upright, spreading my hands on his pecs and sitting down fully. Fuck, it felt like he was going to push right out of my throat. He filled me so absolutely in this position.

I groaned and flung my head back then started up a hip-gyrating dance that caught my clit just right.

“One hell of a way to wake up,” he groaned, palming my breasts.

“Maybe you’re dreaming.”

“In that case, I don’t ever want to wake up.”

I could barely make him out through the shadows of the room, but as I clenched my internal muscles, I saw him arch his neck, thrusting his head back on the pillow. The sharp angle of his chin was evident and the tendons in his neck strained. He groaned in a deliciously long unrestrained way.

I rode him harder, bucking and thrusting. He increased the tension on my breasts, pulling and plucking my nipples. The sharpness of the pinching and twisting tore me higher and I moaned and gasped, working my way to a fast, hard climax.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A tinny noise rang around the room.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“What’s that?” I asked, not slowing my movements.

“Nothing. Yeah, like that, Sammy, just like that.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Yeah, it… is…something,” I managed as the insistent noise continued.

“Just my…alarm,” he said, shifting his hands from my chest to my hips and encouraging me to speed up. “Yeah, faster, fuck so good.”

“Alarm?” Why was his alarm going off in the middle of the night?

“Yeah. Jesus, you’re hot, girl.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Vadmir, the alarm. What…?”

“My agent. I have a meeting with my agent.” He was breathless. “Ignore it. He’ll wait.”

“What…a meeting with your agent now?”

“No, at ten.”

“Ten at night?” What was he on about?

“No…” He bucked his hips and we both groaned. “Ten in the morning.”

“But it isn’t….”

“Mmm, keep going.”

I’d had enough of the noise and I slid off him.

“What the…” he said, grabbling for my hips but missing as I scooted to the edge of the bed. I grabbed his iPhone and tossed it at him. “Turn it off, it’s putting me off my stride. And set it for the right time, for God’s sake.”

He glanced at the illuminated screen, the light catching on the sharp angles of his face. His mouth was open, he was panting.

I slithered back over him and allowed his cock to slip neatly into my pussy as though it was meant to be there.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “ideal'nyy.”

I tipped my head, bit his nipple and he silenced the annoying beeping. “Have you set it right?”

“It was set right,” he said, filling his hands up with my hair and tugging.

“What?” I allowed my clit to scrape on his hard pubic bone and enjoyed the yanking on my scalp.

“It is right. It’s nine, nine in the morning. I have to meet my agent in an hour.”

I froze. Nausea welled within me but I refused to let it take hold. It couldn’t be morning. It was the middle of the night. The room was dark as coal. I’d only dozed, not even been in a proper sleep.

“Sammy, don’t stop…” he said, shifting beneath me, his cock riding deep.

“Nine. Fuck.” I leapt off him, scooted to the dresser and grabbed my purse. I fumbled for my phone and checked the time. Moisture seeped from my pussy and slicked on my thighs as I saw with dismay that my Nokia was still on silent.

Plus, he was right. It was goddamn nine AM.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I jumped up, ran to the window and pulled the curtains wide. Daylight streamed into the room, rude and unwelcome it proved beyond doubt that it was morning and I had indeed slept in—momentously.

“What is the matter?” Vadmir asked, propping himself up on his elbows. His cock stood rigid and sentinel like and was shiny from my arousal. A sheen of sweat slicked over his chest and the diamond-white light from the window caught over his body.

“What’s up?” I shouted, rubbing my forehead and pacing to the bed, then back to the window and staring out at the snow-covered rooftops. How was I going to get out of this one? Damn it. I’d likely lose my job. “What’s up?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” He was maddingly calm.

“I’ve missed the flight!” I spun to him, hands on my hips, heat rising on my cheeks as my knees weakened with a shot of adrenaline. “That’s what the fuck is up.”

“Flight?”

“Yes, you moron, my flight. Work. It left Sheremetyevo Airport at eight and I was supposed to be on it.” I paused. “Fucking hell.”

“So call them, they’re probably waiting for you.”

“Jesus, no, it doesn’t work like that. They’ll have gone, left, flown away without me.”

I picked up my phone again and saw that I had several missed calls. “Bloody hell.” I scrolled through them, three from Patrick and half a dozen from head office in Orlando.

Vadmir leaned forward and wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Calm down, it will be fine. No one is dead.”

“I will be. Damn it. I’ve left them short on crew and…” My heart sank and I sighed.

“What?”

“I have a week of leave now. I had plans to drive to Miami with Harmony, shop, catch some rays by the pool, and now…” I pointed irritably at the window. “I’m likely going to be stuck in the snow for a few days.”

He rubbed his hand up my arm and then leaned forward and kissed my shoulder. “Hey, snow isn’t so bad.” He stroked his finger over my collarbone and then down to my nipple. “Come back to bed. Make a phone call to your boss in a minute, when you’re calmer.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

I shoved against him and wiggled free of his grip. “No, don’t you realize how much trouble I’m in?” I pointed at his cock. “I can’t just push this to one side and fuck you. I have to sort this out…now.”

He looked hurt and wrapped his hand around his shaft. “So this is going to waste?”

“Yes, I’ve got more important things to worry about than your damn hard-on.”

“Thirty seconds ago you didn’t.”

“Well everything’s changed now.”

He snapped off the condom and tossed it toward a bin. It landed perfect shot. “I guess I’ll just have to finish myself off.”

“Yeah, you will. But be quiet about it.” I needed to make that call to head office as soon as possible. The longer I left it the more shit I’d be in. Might as well just ’fess up quickly to my mistake and hope the fallout wouldn’t be too horrendous.

Vadmir stood. “I’ll shower. Get out of your way.”

I glanced up at him and for a moment I wavered. Damn the man was beautiful. All roped muscle and corded tendons. I adored his pale skin and the way his blond body hair coated his chest and thickened beneath his navel. His crew-cut and angled face gave him an exotic look that hit my buttons and made my pussy clench.

“Feel free to order breakfast, coffee. Whatever. Put it on the room,” he said as he strode toward the bathroom. His taut butt swaggered with the confidence and ease of a man who had to be no place fast. People clearly waited for him.

I quashed down that feeling of lust and pulled on my underwear. Much as I had to make this phone call, I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it in the nude.

Headquarters answered on the fifth ring but I wasn’t surprised, it would be skeleton staff at midnight.

“Hello,” I said, “this is Samantha Headington, I’m just touching base because I’ve missed my flight.”

“Samantha, Christ, you’ve had us all so worried.”

Phew, it was Nicola, she was one of the senior supervisors and always friendly and fair. I sent a quick thank you heavenwards that she was on duty tonight. “I’m really sorry. I just can’t believe this has happened.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, fine. I just feel terrible.”

“Where are you?” She paused. “Well…I’m guessing Moscow.”

“Yes, in the city. I came to visit a…a friend and ended up staying. I overslept. It’s as simple and stupid as that and I can’t apologize enough.”

“Hey, no worries, these things happen. As long as you’re okay. You had everyone in a tail-spin looking for you.”

My eyes stung a little. She was being so nice, too nice. I didn’t deserve it. “I’m so sorry. My cell was on silent. So silly of me.”

“Hey, it’s okay.”

I was silent as I held in a sob.

“I hope you had a nice time with your friend,” she said gently.

“Yes, but…” I dropped my head, stared at my pink polished toenails. “I was supposed to be on leave for a week after this return international. I’d made plans with Harmony. And now I feel doubly terrible.”

“I spoke to her several hours ago. She’s still laid up with food poisoning. She’s not going anywhere for a few days at least. Company policy, she can’t handle meals.”

“Oh, no. I must call her. Poor Harmony.”

“Yep, she won’t be eating shrimp with hockey players again, that’s for sure. What the hell was she thinking?”

“Mmm. Dunno.”

“So…” She paused. “I’m looking now. The earliest we can get you back to Orlando on a deadhead is…”

I held my breath. “I don’t need a fancy seat, one in the village will do.”

“Mmm…” Nicola said. “Struggling here.”

“I can work my way back. I’m happy to throw in an extra shift, doesn’t need to be a deadhead.”

“No, your opposite crew is fully staffed, you’ll have to take a seat.”

Fuck.

“I can’t see anything for the next five flights.” She hesitated. “Yes, that could work, six days, the nineteenth, and it’s premium class.”

“What? Really? By the time I get back my week vacation will be over.”

“I’m so sorry, Samantha.” She sounded it, too.

Much as I wanted to have a hissy fit about the loss of annual leave I knew it was all my own doing. “Are you sure there’s nothing sooner?”

“No, not unless you’re willing to pay.”

I groaned and thought about the money I’d saved for shopping and my new lease and my already swollen credit card balance. I couldn’t justify spending the cash or increasing my debt.

“I’m really sorry,” Nicola said again. “Of course you can use the room in the airport hotel for the week. We’ve got plenty on reserve there, I’ll sign it off for you.”

“Thanks.” I tried to sound appreciative. And I was. The last thing I needed right now was a hotel bill added to the equation. “Can you let Patrick know I’m okay? I’ll call him later, when he’s landed.”

“Sure, I’ll get a message to the flight.”

“Thanks…and I’m sorry, really I am.”

“Samantha, chill out. You’ve been an exemplary employee for over six years. You’re one of our most experienced and valued members of the team, you are allowed to slip up on occasion. No one is perfect.”

Again I felt my eyes sting. “Thanks for being so nice.”

“I wish I could get you back sooner. If anything changes I’ll call.”

“Okay.”

“So go now and click your phone off silent, for God’s sake.”

I laughed, but without humor. “Yeah, I will.”

“Your ticket will be at the desk on the nineteenth.”

“Perfect.”

“And find something nice to do. Moscow is a great city, full of culture. Catch a ballet or visit a museum.”

“I might just do that.”

Nicola hung up and I tossed my phone onto the pillow, stood and walked to the window.

I could hear the shower blasting in the bathroom and the scent of shower gel, woody and strong, drifted toward me. I stared at the higgledy-piggledy tiled rooftops. They were aching with the weight of a new fall of snow. Crystalized sparkles caught the weak sun, winking at me as I scanned the unfamiliar suburban landscape.

Damn it. What the hell was I going to do for a week here?

I spotted a neatly folded toweling robe and pulled it around myself, suddenly feeling chilly. A grunt from the bathroom caught my attention as I yanked the belt into a knot at my waist.

The door was open a fraction and I wandered over and peeked into the steamy room.

The glass shower cubicle was directly in front of me. Through the drip-coated surround I could make out Vadmir standing in the hot, swirling mist. He couldn’t see me, his back was turned, one hand flat on the black wall tiles and the other at his groin.

His right shoulder was shifting and the taut muscles of his back rippling. His butt was clenched, the dips at the side enhancing their neat smooth shape. He was rocking, ever so slightly, backward and forward.

I squeezed my lips together, touched the doorframe to steady myself and held my breath.

He was doing exactly what he’d said he do—finishing himself off.

I should go, move. This wasn’t for me to watch but I couldn’t help myself. I was mesmerized. The sight of him in this private moment totally captivated me.

He grunted again and raised his head to the fall of water. It clung in his short hair, trailed down his nape and into the gutter of his spine in a long, sleek rivulet. I licked my lips, remembering running my tongue up that very section of his body on our first night together.

His speed increased.

I blew out a breath and then pulled it back in, my chest expanding, my heart racing.

“Ahh…” he said, the sound echoing and loud. “Ahh…dah.”

He came. His knees weakening for a second before he braced them and locked his legs straight. The tense muscles in his back trembled and his butt clenched tighter.

Quickly I stepped away. Guilt at my voyeurism suddenly washing through me. But excitement also tweaked at my nerves. Damn, what a treat to witness a man so comfortable and in total control of his sexual needs pleasuring himself. He couldn’t have been that worried about being watched, not if he’d left the door ajar.

Mmm, maybe the day hadn’t started out quite so badly after all.