I start to drop my hand. “Okay, then how do you—”
Suddenly, Timofey snatches my hand out of the air and yanks me towards him. I hit the muscled wall of his torso with a thud. His warm breath coats my skin like honey before I can even catch mine. Then he presses his lips to my cheek.
I can’t move. Can’t breathe. I’m frozen as he kisses one cheek and then moves slowly and purposefully to the other.
Finally, he presses his cheek to mine and brings his lips to the shell of my ear.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Quinn.”
Piper Quinn smells like mulled wine, sweet and warm.
I can feel her breasts pressing against me with each of her ragged inhales. She’s trembling all over, but the usual urge to squash the weakness out of her doesn’t come. The opposite, actually: I want to circle my
