Russian Mafia Billionaire’s Secretary (8 page)

Taking her hand, he pushed back in the chair and drew her unresisting body around to stand in front of him. Alanna was wishing that she had thought to put on clothes, as she looked at him apprehensively.

What had she been thinking when she came out dressed only in a robe? That answer was easy. She wasn’t. When she smelled the coffee, her brain immediately became fixated on it to the exclusion of all else. But to come out wearing basically nothing in front of her boss?

Alexander reached up to grasp her other hand and he lazily rubbed his thumbs in both of her palms, as she scrunched her toes in the carpet to keep from fidgeting.

“Um, Alexander?”

His hands continued to grasp hers lightly, as his thumbs worked their way to her wrists and continued the same circular rubbing.

“You looked amazing last night, Alanna. If that dinner wasn’t so important, I would have cancelled it and stayed here where I could have you all to myself. Maksim could not stop talking about you. By the time we were ready to leave, Anastasia was furious with him.”

As he spoke, he tightened his hands reflexively and Alanna attempted to pull her hands free. With a jerk of the wrist, her right hand was free and she almost tumbled back against the table. Placing his hands on her hips, he steadied her as she took several audible breaths.

“What are we doing here, Alexander? You’re my boss.” If she were pressed, Alanna would admit to her attraction for him, but at this moment, something was off and she didn’t know what.

“You are a beautiful woman, Alanna. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me.” His voice had deepened as he spoke causing her to press the balls of her feet into the carpet, willing herself to remain distant.

With his hands still holding her hips, he began rubbing those same crazy circles, which were making her forget her resolve.

“I won’t lie, Alexander. I am attracted to you, but I need this job.” She hoped that her voice didn’t sound too plaintive.

“What’s wrong with both?” he questioned as he pressed harder against her hips.

“And when things don’t work out? I’m a single mother….” Her voice trailed off when he reached for the tie on her robe and tugged it loose.

Pulling her robe open, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. His mouth landed on her abdomen and whatever Alanna was going to say turned into a moan as her hands settled on his shoulders. A voice in her head kept chanting that this was wrong but she shushed it when Alexander suddenly shifted his legs between hers, forcing her to straddle his legs and sit on his lap facing him.

His hands slid up her sides where he cupped her breasts seeming to weigh them in his hands before his mouth settled on one of her nipples. Alanna moaned louder as she tightened her hold on his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscles. When he shifted to the other breast and lavished attention on it, her head fell back, knocking the towel out of her hair and she arched her back toward him wanting more.

Any thoughts of protest were gone, as she watched him switch back and forth between her breasts. He caught her by surprise when he wrapped his arms around her and stood up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he walked. He paused his attentions long enough to give her a hard kiss before he tossed her onto the leather couch.

Alanna went to cover herself, but he stopped her with a look as he pulled his Polo shirt over his head. Her mouth began to water when he pulled the clasp on his belt loose and slid out of his trousers revealing his erection pressed tightly against his boxer briefs.

This was it. It was happening. Now! The voice in her head made one more attempt to talk some sense into her but even she stopped talking as Alexander pulled his briefs off.

“He’s magnificent!” she thought, as he suddenly grinned.

“Spasibo,” came his ready response.

“Shit, did I say that aloud?”

Nodding his head, he chuckled. “Dah. I like your openness.”

“Forget openness, I need to be able to self-censure around you,” but her words were lost on another moan, as he pushed her back against the arm of the couch and lifted her legs placing them on his shoulders.

Dropping his head between her legs, he kissed the inside of her thigh. Wrapping his hands around her hips, he lifted her up to gain better access. With his thumbs, he once again rubbed circles but this time along her folds, as her body heated up.

Alanna hadn’t been with another man since she found out she was pregnant and while she was no virgin, Alexander’s skills were not lost on her as he nuzzled his face against her sensitive skin. Kisses soon became nips and he tightened his hold on her as she squirmed beneath his inquisitive mouth.

Pressing his tongue firmly between her folds, he nipped lightly along her mons making her moan. He’d barely started and she could feel moisture begin to pool. Shifting slightly, he found her clit and made stabbing motions with his tongue, as two fingers easily entered her.

“You are so tight,” he told her on a groan, the vibration from his mouth causing her to squirm. “Hold still,” he ordered her. With his fingers, he began making scissor motions inside her, twisting his hand as he worked; all the while, his mouth never left her clit.

Alanna was surprised at the suddenness of her orgasm. Crying out, she lifted her pelvis against his mouth quivering as he sped up. Her heels were digging into his shoulders as she held herself tightly against him, moaning, “Don’t stop.”

Alexander abruptly stopped, as Alanna looked at him in annoyance. Before she could complain, he scooted back and helped her shift onto all fours. Tugging at her robe, he pulled it impatiently off and tossed it to the floor before grabbing her hips to position her. She heard what sounded like expletives in Russian.

“Don’t move!” was all he said before she felt him stand up from the couch. He wasn’t gone more than seconds before he was back and she heard the not so familiar sound of a condom wrapper.

Moments later, she was grabbing at the side and arm of the couch as he pressed against her opening. Shifting her hips, he easily slid in and they both groaned lustily once he was fully seated. Gripping her hips, he began moving behind her, plunging in and out. Arching her back while she pushed against the arm of the couch, Alanna began making keening noises as he bumped against her clit with each inward stroke.

Alanna squeezed the couch as she pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. Alexander’s grunts grew louder as it competed against the sound of his pelvis smacking against her. He tightened his grip on her hips, lifting her higher as her body began to shake with yet another orgasm.

Speeding up, he held her partially off the couch, as she dug her toes into the cushion to maintain the angle. With a cry, her legs gave out but he didn’t stop. His thrusts became more erratic as her body spasmed hard, clutching at him greedily forcing him to reduce the lengths of his strokes.

With a grunt, he yanked her onto his lap and held her tightly to him while his hips still pushed against her. When he was finished, he continued to hold her, as he licked at the sweat on her neck.

Moaning, Alanna sagged against him, feeling as though all her muscles gave out at once. He chuckled as he lifted her off him and they both stretched out on the couch. Lying half on him and half next to him, she stroked at the sweaty tufts of hair sprinkled across his chest.

“That was amazing,” she finally said. He grunted in agreement.

Suddenly, they both heard his phone and he kissed the top of her head before reaching down for his trousers. As he struggled to find the phone, Alanna reached out and pulled it from his front pocket, handing it to him as he sat up.

Alanna watched him pace the room as he spoke to his caller in Russian. Rubbing at his hair in irritation, he stopped in front of the window and she caught his reflection against the glass. With a few murmured words, he concluded the call and turned to look at her.

She hadn’t bothered to sit up, as she looked up at him. Tossing the phone aside, he returned to her. Kneeling on the carpet in front of her, he brushed her sweaty hair off her face.

Kissing her lightly, “Yes, it was,” he told her with a smile.

Looking at him confused, “What was?” She had no idea what he was talking about.

“Did you forget already?” he asked with a smile. “If I had time, I would remind you, but unfortunately, I have a meeting that you do not need to attend.”

Realizing what he was talking about, Alanna blushed. “Are you sure? I can be ready in twenty minutes,” she offered as she tried to sit up.

Shaking his head, “Nyet. The meeting will be in Russian, there’s no need for both of us to be bored,” he teased. “I’ve booked you in the spa,” he continued as he stood up. “I want you to enjoy your day but be ready for cocktails at seven,” he warned, as he scooped up his clothes and strode naked to his bedroom.

Alanna watched him walk away admiring the way he moved. “That man could make even the most chaste want to cheat,” she told herself and then froze, worried that she might have said it aloud. Not hearing a response from him, she hoped that she didn’t before she shifted to a sitting position. Wondering what spa activities he had booked for her, she slipped her robe back on and returned to her bedroom to call down to find out.

Chapter Twelve

Alanna had no idea what Alexander had planned for tonight. After spending most of the afternoon at the spa, when she returned to their suite, he wasn’t there. Setting the alarm on her phone, she laid down to nap making sure to allow plenty of time to get ready.

After she dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror. Wearing the same heels from the night before, she admired herself as she twirled around. While she was content to select simple black dresses for the weekend, her sister had talked her into another colorful dress as she looked at herself in the purple wrap dress.

“Alyssa, I think you missed your calling,” she said aloud as she snapped a picture to text to her sister.

The wrap dress fit snugly around her hips, with the halter portion leaving very little to the imagination with its deep cleavage and open back. Deciding to leave her hair down again, she combed it out as best as she could but in Miami’s humidity, it was already curling.

Giving herself one last look, she exited her room and almost walked into Alexander who was standing in front of her bedroom door about to knock. His mouth fell open as he looked her up and down.

“Wow, Alanna. You look…incredible.” Taking her hand, he escorted her out of her room and turned her around in a slow circle, as he whistled in appreciation. “You looked fantastic last night in that green dress, but this…wow.”

Alanna blushed at the compliments. She knew that she looked good, but she hadn’t anticipated this response.

“Thank you,” she finally managed to say. “Where are we going?”

“Tatiana’s. It is one of Anastasia’s favorite restaurants. Personally, I think it’s a bit over the top, but she insists on coming here every time they are in town.”

As they walked toward the elevator, Alanna remembered how much cocaine Anastasia did the night before. “Oh, do they come to Miami often?”

“Dah. Their oldest is in culinary school here and they just had a baby. For a while, she was flying down once a week. Maksim got tired of all the money she was spending on a hotel, so he bought a large house for his son with room for them to stay when they visit.”

“So, is that where they’re staying?” Alanna wasn’t sure why she wanted to know, but she couldn’t help pushing for more information.

Laughing, “Oh no. My old friend can manage maybe…two hours around the baby and his daughter-in-law before he’s looking for an excuse to leave. When he is in town, they stay at a hotel and he gives the excuse about his son and daughter-in-law still being newlyweds when they’ve been married for four years.”

Alanna couldn’t help laughing along with him. When Roman was a baby, between his colic and teething stages, there were far too many nights where her and her sister went without sleep. She understood all too well how difficult it is when the baby cries.

When they arrived at the Russian nightclub, Maksim was in the car behind them. Alanna was surprised when she saw a young man, instead of his wife, step out of the car with him.

“There you are, Alexander,” Maksim called out as they met them in front of the club. “And the lovely, Alanna, is here again. This is my son, Sasha. Anastasia apologizes for not coming tonight as this was her idea, but both mother and daughter are under the weather so, she decided to stay to help out.”

Alanna shook both of their hands and some quick words were exchanged in Russian before they walked inside. Expecting much of the same, as the night before, she was pleasantly surprised at how much of the conversation took place in English. Every time Maksim would say something in Russian, Sasha was quick to shift to English or would lean toward her and quickly translate.

The drinks didn’t flow as fast either. After the first bottle of wine was finished off, each knew drink was met by disapproving looks from Sasha. Alanna wondered how he would respond if he knew that his mother enjoyed getting high.

The food was amazing and she learned a great deal about Russian cuisine from Sasha, who happily described the different dishes, as they ate. Between acts on the stage, both father and son asked her questions about her job and home life, and she was pleased to share photos of her son and sister.

When the show was over and they were walking back to the valet stand, Alanna thanked Sasha for making her feel so welcome.

“It was my pleasure. My father and his friends sometimes forget how to behave in front of Americans,” he confided in her, as Alexander glared at him.

Saying their goodbyes, they rode back to the hotel in silence. Alanna could tell something was off, but she wasn’t sure what was wrong. Before she could say anything, they pulled up in front of their hotel.

Stepping out of the car, Alexander escorted her inside and up to their floor. Opening the door to their suite, he waited for her to walk in first before shutting the door behind them.