excruciatingly close to her clit. A wicked need thickened her blood, tightened her nipples, and sent her pulse racing. Her body responded to him far too eagerly and intensely for Mila’s liking.
His mouth grazed her ear. “I dreamed about you last night. Dreamed I was deep inside you.”
The finger directly above her clit doodled a little circle that massaged and stretched the skin just enough to tug at the hood of her clit—fuck, that felt good.
“You were so fucking slick and hot. Tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. I woke up just before you came for me.”
She swallowed. “Really turning up the intensity dial, aren’t you?” When he channeled it just right, his innate charm could probably reduce any poor girl to a puddle of want. She opted not to tell him about her own dirty little dream—a dream during which he’d sent her body into total meltdown. She had the feeling he’d be able to do exactly that in real life. “I told you last night to let this go.”
Sharp teeth raked over her neck. “You knew I wouldn’t.”
Refusing to let him unravel her control, she very casually poured coffee into four mugs. “You’re only torturing yourself, GQ.”
“You’re right on that one,” he said, surprising her. “There’s really no point in me pushing for sex.” Keeping one arm around her, he moved to prop his hip against the counter. “My cock . . . well, it died. Is it okay if I bury it in your pussy?” He smiled at her exasperated look. “Or you could try giving it some mouth-to-mouth. Hey, it might rise from the dead—you never know.”
She handed him a steaming mug. “You have serious issues.”
“Not something I haven’t heard before.”
After giving Archie and Evander their coffees, she settled on one of the plastic chairs in the break room with her own cup in hand.
Dominic grabbed the neighboring chair and angled it so that his front would face her side and he could bracket her chair with his spread thighs. He wanted to look at her. Wanted to watch the emotions flit across her face, see her eyes light with amusement, and get a flash of her dimple whenever her mouth curved.
Resting one arm over the back of her chair, he sipped at his coffee. “I noticed a lot of your pride mates are hanging around, keeping an eye on things. No sign of any bounty hunters?”
“All’s been quiet on the Western Front so far.”
“Good. You had any luck getting ahold of your brother?”
Her lips thinned. “No. And no one seems to have even the slightest idea where he could be. Let’s move on to a subject that doesn’t make my cat want to rip someone’s arm off.”
“All right.” He tapped his fingers on the back of her chair. “You finish work at six?”
“Yes, but—”
“Good. We can go straight to dinner from here.”
She sighed tiredly. “Even if I wanted to go out with you—which I don’t—I couldn’t. I’m eating at my parents’ house tonight.”
“I know. I was invited.”
“My mom only said you should go for dinner ‘sometime.’”
“Last night, yeah. But when she called me this morning, she said I should be there tonight at six.” Dominic took a sip of his coffee as he watched her digest that. He almost laughed at the sour look on her face. “Don’t ask me to cancel on them, Mila. It would be rude.”
Mila ground her teeth. Oh no, this wasn’t good. Valentina didn’t invite just anyone to dinner. She preferred for meals to be family occasions. For her to invite an outsider, there had to be a purpose behind it. And Mila knew just what it was. “That woman is unbelievable. And my father is no doubt in on it.”
“In on what?”
“They’re using you, hoping they can push us together and it will keep me from moving to Russia.”
Yeah, Dominic had figured as much. “I can’t blame them for doing whatever they think it will take to keep you here.” And honestly, he didn’t want her cheating herself out of a real mating any more than her parents did.
Not that he could be the devoted mate that her parents wanted Mila to have, but he was pretty sure they knew that. They probably just wanted someone to get rid of those shadows in her eyes and make her have some fun, hoping it would be in some way healing for her. Before she could start ranting, he stood. “You got a restroom here?”