began straightening my clothing.
"I'm ready," he said.
"Ready for what?" I asked as I pulled up my pants. My eyes fell on Nikolai's half-hard dick. It certainly wouldn't take him long to be ready again. The question was, could my sore ass take another round anytime soon?
With Nikolai’s undeniably unique flavor still on my tongue, I answered my own question.
Hell yeah it could.
Nikolai fastened his pants and then stepped forward. I hadn’t managed to finish zipping up my own pants so when Nikolai reached his hand out, he was met with the bare skin of my cock. I was once again glad I’d decided to forgo underwear that morning since it had only served to slow me down the previous day when he’d fucked me.
Nikolai stroked me gently since he knew how sensitive I still was. He leaned in, kissed me softly and then said, "I'm ready for you to fuck me."
A lump of emotion got hung up in my throat. "Um, okay, are you sure? Because I don't need—"
"I do," Nikolai said. "I need." He pressed a kiss to my lips and said, "It took me a couple days to wrap my head around the idea because it's something that's always scared me in the past, but with you…"
He didn't finish his sentence, but I really didn't need him to. I got it. I'd been lucky that my first sexual encounter had been with an older guy who’d known what he was doing. Although I usually bottomed, I sometimes topped when I was in the mood for it, but I couldn't say that I'd ever been someone's first. I couldn't help the rattle of nerves that went through me. Before I could respond, his phone rang. He pulled back from me enough that he could answer it.
"Is he all right?" Nikolai immediately asked. I knew exactly who he was talking about. His nephew.
"Maks?" I asked.
Nikolai nodded and then to my surprise, he put his phone on speaker and held it between us. "Elena, I put you on speaker. Jude is here with me."
"Hi Elena," I said.
Nikolai's sister returned the greeting. She sounded stressed, but not frantic. So that was something.
"I'm sorry, Nikolai, I know you're very busy and I wouldn't ask this—"
"Elena, tell me what you need," Nikolai said in that firm, no-nonsense tone of his that said he would get things done no matter what.
"Maks isn't feeling well. I've tried keeping him in the store with me, but we’re slammed and he’s being fussy. I called Katerina to see if she could come by and help out at the store, but she's got an appointment. Papa had to drive out to Brooklyn to meet one of the delivery vans that broke down and Mama has a catering job. Natalia will be home from school soon and I don't know what—"
"He's coming, Elena," I said before Nikolai could respond. And since I knew what he would say next, I added, "We’re both coming. We'll be there soon, okay?"
Elena's response of, "Okay?" clearly carried some confusion but when I looked up at Nikolai to see if I’d overstepped my bounds, he was smiling.
"We'll see you soon," Nikolai said to his sister and then he hung up the phone.
He leaned into me and murmured, "Are you sure? I know you have a lot of work to do."
I did have a lot of work to do, but for once, I didn't care. I knew I could've just as easily talked Nikolai into going and having one of his colleagues take over his duties for him, but it hadn't felt right. Seeing that moment of worry in his eyes when he’d heard his sister's voice and had known the call was about his nephew had made me want to fix it somehow. To take that look away because it didn't belong there.
"I'm sure," I said. "About this and about, you know… that other thing we were talking about," I murmured as I put my arms around him.
Nikolai chuckled and then kissed the top of my head. We held on to each other for a moment and then quickly finished getting cleaned up and dressed. As we left the office, I informed Simon that I would be gone for the rest of the day. My assistant looked at me like I was speaking a different language. While he hadn’t morphed into a competent secretary overnight, Simon had slowly been getting better and I’d learned to be more patient with him. In truth, my respect for