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“Smoking is such a nasty habit.’
The comment was offhand, her lips still tingling as she forced her eyes to open, it wasn’t her habit. Giving his shoulders a light tap with her hands, Lyalka tried to squirm out of the circle of his arms. If he was going to be bitchy she has other things to do. Files, transcribing notes, sorting through correspondence. All of it was grunt work she hated, but she hated his bad mouthing Jonathan more.
“Simply an observation.’ His fingers dug in her lower back, catching her, slowly pulling her back in. “I can smell it in your hair.’
She should knee him, or bite him, angry with herself for the fluttering low in her belly at how easily he could manipulate her body. The pulse of pleasure in her core that made her thighs press together, glaring at him as he tsked lightly. At the very least she could say she did tuck her arms between them to keep him from pulling her close. Though that meant finding it hard to breathe as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed.
Every excuse she could think of, any she could use to cover the weakness that made her stomach twist with outrage. Letting him kiss her had been stupid, fingers curling into talons that she couldn’t justify the use of. Turning her head aside when he leaned in, she bit her tongue feeling his chuckle before she heard it.
Had she been the one to instigate? Possibly. If one were to take her intense observations as interest, watching his every move like a hawk. But that’s what she was supposed to do as his intern. Observe. Learn. She was learning a lot about herself right now, fingers flexing as his lips skimmed her jaw, teeth tugging her ear lobe. She knew she liked a bit of teeth, a lot actually, feeling one of his hands smoothing up her back to tangle in her hair.
“Why you let that doctor ruin your hair I will never understand.’
“You don’t have to as it is none of your busi- ah!’
She regretted the yelp the moment it passed her lips, his fingers prodding the area they’d just passed over making her squirm. Two days old and it still hurt, feeling the phantom pass of Jonathan’s hands smoothing over her hips as he’d licked and nipped his way down her spine before sinking his teeth in like he meant to take a piece of her home with him.
“I see.’
A snort, Lyalka twisting again in an attempt to get loose, she highly doubted that he did. Her toes scraped at the floor, her stomach dropping realizing that he’d lifted her and she hadn’t noticed. Twisting, she tried to jab him with her knee but it glanced off.
“Use your words Lyul’ka.’
That would be admitting defeat, and she couldn’t do that, his breath warm against her ear, wiggling before going still with a frustrated grunt. She’d rather bite off her own tongue, she wanted to go home. But he purred her name again, the way it was meant to be pronounced and it rubbed along the inside of her skull like thick fur.
“Lulu?’
Jolting awake, she arched into the hand stroking along her back before rolling over and tucking her face against his chest.
“You fightin’ your demons again?’
“One of them yes.’