Hello! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was busy over Christmas, New Years, and then it was my boyfriend's birthday AND THEN Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoy my update. As usual, leave a review. It motivates me and after the long break I've had I NEED MOTIVATION TO KEEP GOING!

I was counting down the hours—minutes—seconds to lunch time. My work phone rang and it pulled my attention away from the ceramic clock that hung above the elevator.

The elevator.

A good shiver rolled down my back and I pressed my things together. Fuck. Hurry up lunch!

I answered the phone. "Belikov Enterprises, this is Rose."

A low, accented voice chuckled into my ear. "It's almost lunch time."

"Dimitri! I'm working." I whispered hastily into the phone. It was a lie. I wasn't working. I was obsessing over the time praying for it to go quicker so I could feel his full lips on mine once again.

"You work for me, you're my personal assistant."

"That doesn't mean I'm not busy. I'm replying to all the emails you choose to ignore." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Be careful Miss Hathaway. You know what your attitude does to me. Keep it up and I'm not going to be able to last until lunch time." His tone held a low growl to it and it did naughty things to me.

I hanged up the phone and rose to my feet. I thought about going downstairs and getting some air, but where was the fun in that? I forced one foot in front of the other all the way to his office door and slid inside, closing and locking the door behind me. Dimitri stood with his hands in his pockets, looking out the large glass window and into the city.

"You're eager." He laughed, turning around. "I like that."

"I can't wait until lunch." I replied, surprised by the aggression in my tone.

Dimitri heard it too and he licked his lips. I pressed my thighs together, forcing myself to stay on this side of the room for a little while longer. He noticed and his lips twitched slightly.

"Do you want me, Miss Hathaway?"

I didn't reply. My fist clenched into balls at my side. The restraint needed to keep a distance from this man was incredible. His gravitational pull was extreme, but I managed. He didn't, and before I realised, he was closing the distance between us. He dove at me and I stepped out of the way. He growled at me.

"Do you want me to chase you?"

I laughed. "You couldn't catch me. It'd be unfair."

Dimitri dove at me again, but I managed to cross the distance of the room before he even realized.

"You're fast." He said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ears. He launched at me from across the room and slammed me into the wall. "But I'm faster."

He ran his nose along my jawline and down to the base of my neck. He hitched my thigh up around his hip and ran his hands down my thigh. His index finger stroked my vagina through my lacy underwear. I whimpered and felt him smile against my throat. His finger went underneath my underwear and my knees almost buckled as his warm flesh touch my tender slit.

"You're wet." He moaned.

I moan in agreement. With a quick tug, he tears my underwear off. I gasped. "Dimitri! I need those!"

"You most certainly do not. A cunt this sweet should not be hidden behind a piece of fabric. Let my baby breathe."

He ran his hands over my breasts and traced the contour of my body. He pressed my hips against the wall with his hands as he dropped to his knees. My breathing deepened as I became more and more aroused. He grabbed me by the calf and hitched my leg up on his shoulder. Again, my knees almost buckle as his warm tongue licks my slit. I begin to moan and thrust my hips. It felt so good. A tingling sensation began building inside me.

"Oh , fuck." I gasped. "Dimitri, please, fuck me."

He ran his hands up the back of my legs and squeezed my ass. I bit the collar of my shirt, trying hard not to scream and moan.

Slowly, I slid down the wall, making it impossible for Dimitri to continue. He smiled devilishly at me. "Too good?" He asked.

I dive at him knocking him backwards. I straddle his legs and undo his pants. He was hard, so hard, I'm surprised it hadn't busted through his zipper. I pulled it out and almost came just from the sight of it alone. It was so long and thick and, well, perfect.

He watched me, waiting to see what I was going to do. I lowered my lips to it and kissed the tip. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip a few times and he groaned. I kept my eyes locked with his as I sucked the very tip.

"Fucking hell, Roza."

I sucked hard and deep and his hips began to thrust with me. I felt his balls tighten, he was about to come. I took it out of my mouth and straddle him, putting his long hard cock inside my throbbing pussy. It felt so good, I was gonna' come already. I spread my palms on his chest and bounced up and down. We both gasped and moaned. Our breathing became in sync with every thrust and bounce. He grabbed my arms and flipped me over onto my back. As he trusted his fingers circled my clit and the familiar building sensation started.

"I can feel you tighten, baby. Come for me."

His Russian accent sent me over the edge and I came. I came so fucking hard that I was about to scream—Dimitri noticed, so he pressed his mouth hard against mine, muffling my scream. He grunted and breathed heavily against my mouth and a warm liquid shot into me. He'd come too. After it, we laid on the floor kissing. He was still in me, soft, but still in me.

"That was…" I struggled trying to find the perfect word to use.

"Sexy." Dimitri chuckled lazily.

"Yes you are Mr Belikov."

I ran my hands through his hair.

"As are you Miss Hathaway."