Russian's Intense Love (Drobilka Family Series #2) (3 page)

The private party wrapped up after a couple hours, and Bethany was heading back to the locker room to change into her street clothes. Vadim met her at the door to take the pendant from her. “Come to my office after you change,” he told her.

As she changed into her street clothes, she pulled the sunglasses out and turned on the audio recording. Setting the glasses on her head, she walked into Vadim’s office. He had all three pendants on his desk and had downloaded the recordings to his computer. Motioning to a chair next to him, she joined him at the computer.

“I will play the recordings, and I want you to translate,” he told her. For the next two hours, she listened to the various conversations in Chinese as she translated them into English while he occasionally stopped to have her clarify what was said. When they were done, Bethany sat back and stretched. Feeling Vadim’s eyes on her, she turned to look at him.

Sliding his hand along her neck, he leaned in close to her as he brushed his lips across hers. “Thank you,” he said simply before capturing her lips in a kiss that made her pulse race. She melted into him and didn’t resist when he had her straddle his legs. Sitting on his lap, she cupped his face as her sunglasses tipped off the back of her head and landed with a clatter on the floor. She ignored them and continued to kiss him back, enjoying the sensations he was creating inside her. The sound of a throat clearing forced them to separate as Vadim’s second in command said something to him in Russian. Barking out an answer, he smiled at her apologetically as she reluctantly got off his lap and reached for her backpack.

As she was heading toward the exit, Vadim caught up with her. “Bethany, wait,” he called out as she turned. She was surprised to see that he had her sunglasses in his hand. He handed her an envelope with her day’s pay along with her glasses. “I’m afraid that these got scratched when they fell to the floor. I will buy you another pair,” he told her.

Hoping that he didn’t see the look of surprise on her face, she smiled at him. “No worries. This is my back up pair that I keep in the car. I’m sure that they were already scratched to begin with.” Nodding his head, he turned to go back into his office as she made her escape.

When she got to her car, she sighed heavily.
What a thing to forget
, she thought as she chastised herself for getting wrapped up in the sensations he created. Rubbing her legs together in agitation, she headed back to her apartment for a cold shower. There was a cocktail party for the languages department that evening and since she now had the evening off, she planned to drop the glasses off with her handler.

Living out of suitcases did have its advantages. For one thing, when tall, blond, and sexy decided to search your apartment, there really wasn’t much to clean up after. And for another, well, it made finding something appropriate to wear to a cocktail party that much simpler as Bethany only had the one little black dress. Slipping it on, she brushed out her hair and tied it in a loose ponytail. She slipped on her wedges and grabbed her bag on her way out the door. This would be the first time she participated in any department activities, and she hoped that she wasn’t making a huge mistake by going, but she really wanted to get the sunglasses to her handler as quickly as possible so that the recording could be transcribed.

Stopping at the security booth, she was pointed to the parking lot closest to the Dean’s house and made the short trek over to the back gardens. She was taken by surprise at the number of people already there as she hadn’t considered how large the department was, particularly since she only showed up to class because it was part of her cover and not because she was seeking another degree. Squaring her shoulders, she decided to consider this practice as she walked up to the information table to check in and smiled brightly at the young woman sitting there. She put her name badge on and stopped by the open bar to pick up a nonalcoholic drink. Given that the last few times she drank ended in her almost losing her virginity…twice…she wasn’t about to make a fool out of herself in front of her handler who needed this cover more than she did.

As she walked around the garden, she smiled at everyone she passed and nodded to some of the students she knew from class. Sitting down on one of the benches, she didn’t realize how tired she still was until she felt herself sag.

“You have terrible posture,” came a droll comment, as Bethany looked up in surprise.

“Excuse me?”

“The way you just sagged like that, you looked like a rag doll. I’m Peter,; by the way, we share a ten a.m. class together.”

“Bethany. And I didn’t realize how tired I was until I sat down.”

“May I join you?” As Bethany slid over for Peter to join her, she looked him over. Dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, he appeared to be a few years older than she was. His sandy brown hair was overgrown in places and looked as though he cut it himself. He was slender to the point of boyish, and his glasses were continually sliding down his nose as he constantly adjusted them. He seemed harmless enough. As they chatted, Bethany spotted her handler talking to the Dean. “Is Professor Chase your supervisor?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I saw you looking at Professor Chase, is she your supervisor?” Nodding her head, Bethany cautioned herself to be more careful as she hadn’t realized she had been that obvious.

“She is. Would you excuse me, please?” she asked as she stood up and walked toward her handler who smiled as she introduced her to the Dean. Exchanging introductions, Bethany talked about her class project and listened attentively as the Dean offered his advice. Excusing himself, he wandered off as the two women engaged in a quick discussion.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Marci told her as she looked around the garden.

“I wasn’t going to come, but I was called into work early and found myself with an evening free.”

“You look like you could use some time off, but since you are here, did you want to come to my office to pick up that book you were waiting for?”

“Very much so.” As the two women walked off, they didn’t notice Peter put his drink down and follow them. Walking up the stairs to the second floor, Marci ushered her into her office and locked it behind her. Bethany raised her eyebrow, and her handler informed her that it looked like she had a break-in, but nothing had been taken.

Bethany briefly filled her in on the contents of the recording and the latest intel from the Chinese Triad as she handed over the sunglasses. While they originally weren’t at the top of the list for the FBI, the recent smuggling attempts brought them under the watchful eye of the Dallas Regional Office. As she was about to leave, Bethany was reminded of Peter’s observation as she realized that she would need another pair of sunglasses. Marci pulled out a plain pair from her bottom drawer and handed them over. Placing them back on her head, she exited her handler’s office as her sunglasses went clattering to the floor. As she bent to retrieve them, she thought she saw a pair of jean-clad legs part way up the stairs, but as she got closer, they were gone. Wondering if Peter was watching her, she vowed to be more careful.

Chapter 5

The remainder of the week was uneventful as Bethany went through the motions at work. Vadim had been absent the last two days and while she swore that she would not be that woman who obsesses over her first sexual interest, she did find herself puzzling over it. Part of her was relieved, as the space he may inadvertently be giving her was helping her to concentrate on her job rather than her growing interest in him. When her handler had repeatedly asked if she could handle having a relationship with a person of interest, she adamantly said yes, but she feared her heart might say otherwise.

Since her first attempts with boyfriends, Bethany had long felt that a romantic relationship was not in the cards for her, given the reactions she got when her dates saw the many scars that covered her torso from her abusive stepfather. But from the moment Vadim had touched her all those weeks ago, she had allowed herself to believe it was possible. That is, until she found out that not only was Vadim an integral member of the Drobilka cartel, he was
the
man in charge. Known as the Belaya Lisitsa, or white fox, Vadim was linked to multiple smuggling operations that spanned much of the globe.

Well, I guess if you’re going to fall for someone, you might as well aim high,
Bethany told herself as she headed toward the exit. As she stood in line to receive her night’s pay, Markov pointed toward Vadim’s office.

“He wants to see you.” Without asking whom, Bethany turned and walked in to find Vadim sitting in his office.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Shut the door and lock it.” Bethany nodded and did as she was told, swallowing hard. As she turned to face him, he got up from his chair and walked toward her. Dropping her backpack, she met him halfway as he swept her up in his arms.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around, Malyutka, but that translation you did was incredibly helpful.”

“Oh? Anything you care to share?”

“Nyet, the less you know, the better,” he told her before capturing her lips.

Parting her lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she matched his passion. Their tongues danced together as he swung her around and set her on the edge of his desk.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he declared as he rained kisses upon her face.

“Me, either,” she confessed as he reached for the hem of her shirt. Dragging it over her head, he tossed it to the side before cupping her breasts. The heat from his hands had Bethany arching her back as her nipples quickly grew to stiff peaks. Vadim rubbed his thumbs over them while she moaned.

“Does that feel good, Malyutka?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” Bethany answered as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

When he snapped the clasp on the front of her bra free, her breasts seemed to tumble into his waiting hands as he dipped his head down to lick first one and then the other nipple. Pushing her back onto the desk, he tugged at the waistband of her shorts as she lifted her hips to help him take them off her. Her legs once again settled on his shoulders, he kissed the inside of her legs as she flexed her feet in response. His lips felt so good against her rapidly-fevered skin.

As he slowly trailed kisses up her legs, Bethany broke out in goosebumps as tendrils of pleasure worked their way around her body. When he reached her mound, she was quivering in anticipation. Tangling his fingers in her dark curls, he tugged on them lightly before, breathing deeply, inhaling the scent of her arousal. She cupped the back of his head, sliding her fingers into his hair, as she arched up toward him, hoping he might...

He rubbed his chin against her mound, nibbling lightly on her flesh before his tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her lips. She gasped and groaned his name as she pushed impatiently against him, pressing her mound into him. His tongue darted in and out like a snake as she ground her butt against the desk, panting as she fought to breathe. Sliding his thumbs up and down the sides of her slit, he parted her lips as he pressed his tongue inside, stroking her with each swipe of the tongue. Not expecting to come so soon, she pressed against his back with her heels as she lifted her hips, greedily wanting more. Clutching her hips, he held her tightly to his mouth as he drank up her juices.

Not giving her time to calm down, he easily slid two fingers between her folds and began to pump in and out. Her clit was standing painfully at attention and a few swipes of his tongue had her moaning as another orgasm rolled through her. Chuckling at how quickly she was coming, Bethany jerked on the desk at the shift in sensation.

“Is that what they call a hummer?” she panted out.

“A what?”

“Never mind, just keep doing it.” His responding chuckle created a vibration against her clit that quickly flooded his hand with her juices as she moved from one orgasm to the next.

Pulling her up, he turned her around and had her lean over his desk. The sound of his zipper had Bethany rubbing her legs together in anticipation as her juices freely streamed down her leg. They both groaned in delight, as he entered her from behind and buried himself deep inside her. He kissed her back and neck, while his slow, rhythmic thrusts grew faster and more chaotic as his pleasure grew. Bethany cried out as she came, her body clenching tight to his cock as her body spasmed and jerked against him.

With a growl, Vadim’s own orgasm struck as he shortened his thrusts, embracing her body as her muscles milked him dry. Leaning up to kiss him, he held her until her spasms stopped before helping her to a standing position.

Reaching across his desk, he grabbed a bottle of water, twisted the cap, and handed it to her. After taking several sips, she handed the bottle back to him, and he drained it quickly. As they dressed, Bethany was unsure what to say to him. His actions were unexpected, and while she would eagerly go for another run, she wasn’t sure how to ask.

“I’m sorry,” he said, as he pulled her into an embrace.

Well, that wasn’t what she expected to hear.

“For what?”

“This. You deserve better than a fuck on my desk, but I could think of nothing else all evening.”

Tilting her head up to kiss him, she said, “Oh, I am so not complaining. Nope. Not even a little. In fact, I really wouldn’t mind a repeat, but maybe on a softer surface.”

He kissed her forehead and chuckled before stepping back from her. “Unfortunately, I have to go out of town for a few days.”

“Oh? Where to?”

Looking at her as if he were debating how to answer, he replied, “New York. I have a meeting.”

Crossing her arms and giving him a side look, “You know, they have these things called phones and oh, this not so newfangled thing called video conferencing.”

“I wish those were options, but I have to go.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“A few days.” Bethany hugged him and sighed.

“Would I be overstepping things if I said that I would miss you?”