The suite was ridiculous. Plush king bed with sheets that probably cost more than my monthly rent. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Seattle sound, rain streaking the glass like someone had smeared it on purpose. A minibar stocked with bottles I could not pronounce and a robe hanging in the closet that screamed money. Viktor had booked it for the secretary, which felt like overkill. Or a trap. He is spoiling me like I am more than hired help, and it feels like a velvet cage, but damn if I do not love how it smells like his world now. Clean linen and faint cedar, the same as his cologne.
I threw my suitcase on the bed and started unpacking. Shirts. Slacks. A spare tie I would probably never need. My mind kept drifting back to the jet. His cock heavy on my tongue. Thick and veined, that salty bead of pre cum I swirled around the head before taking him deeper. I could still feel the stretch in my jaw, the way he groaned low when I gagged just right. All I can think about is his cock sliding down my throat again, him thrusting until he finished, hot cum spilling down as he held my head in place. Pathetic how bad I want round two, craving what the flight attendant interrupted. I am such a desperate slut for him already, salivating over the memory like it is the only thing that matters.
A rustle came from next door. Low. Like papers shifting. I glanced at the adjoining door. It was unlocked, the knob gleaming under the soft lamp light. Curiosity won. Or maybe it was just an excuse to see him again. I turned it and stepped through.
Viktor's suite mirrored mine but a little bigger. Darker. The bed dominated the room, king size with black linens rumpled like he had been lying there too long. He was propped against the headboard in the same clothes from the jet. Black shirt untucked, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Gray trousers creased from travel. Laptop open on his lap, screen glowing blue against his face. He looked tired. Intense. Like the flight had not shaken him at all.
"Adjoining door?" I said, leaning against the frame with my arms crossed. "Subtle, boss. Afraid I will sneak out for more 'distractions' or just want easy access to yell orders through the wall?"
Viktor looked up. His eyes flicked over me once. Slow. Then back to the screen. "Security, Lennox. Sit if you are staying. Or go do whatever your were doing."
I pushed off the frame and walked in. Sat on the edge of the bed. Close enough that my knee brushed his leg. The mattress dipped under me. "Or maybe you like the idea of me wandering in your room unannounced. Keeps things exciting."
He did not look up. Kept typing. "Exciting is not the word I would use."
I leaned back on my hands. Let my gaze drop to his shirt. The way it clung to his chest from the flight's humidity. "Those clothes look way too hot for lounging, boss. Loosen up."
Viktor paused. Closed the laptop with a soft click. Set it on the nightstand. "I am more than comfortable in these."
His voice was low. Even. But his eyes met mine now, and there was that edge. The one that made my stomach twist.
"Comfortable?" I said. "You look like you are sweating. Long day in the air, huh?"
He reached for the remote on the nightstand. Pointed it at the AC unit across the room. Clicks echoed. Cool air kicked on stronger. "There."
The rush of it hit my skin. Goosebumps rose on my arms. But it did nothing for the heat building low in my gut. Can't stop thinking about seeing him naked again. Those veins popping on his forearms when he grips my hair. That thick cock springing free from his trunks, heavy and waiting. Flirting like this is stupid, but fuck if his eyes do not make me wet, pulse racing like I am already on my knees begging for a taste.
"Fine," I said. Scooted closer. My thigh pressed against his now. "If you are so comfortable, maybe I should help you unwind. You know, take the edge off before tomorrow."
Viktor's jaw tightened. Just a flicker. His hand came up. Rested on my knee. Squeezed once. Firm. Possessive. "Focus on tomorrow, Kai. We have only got tonight."
The words landed like a door slamming. But his thumb circled slowly on my inner thigh. Teasing the seam of my slacks. Heat shot straight to my cock. I shifted. Let my hand brush his arm. "Focusing sounds boring. And you look tense, boss. Maybe I should take some stress off you. Hands-on approach."
He held my gaze. Eyes darkening. His hand slid higher. Inches from where I wanted it. "Tempting, Lennox. Let's get the conference done, and we can do whatever we want."
The promise hung there. Low. Rough. Like gravel in his throat. My breath caught. I could picture it. Him pinning me down. That thickness buried deep inside me. But he pulled his hand away. Opened the laptop again. "Agenda first."
Annoyed heat flushed my face. Rejected again. I am such a needy idiot, chasing his scraps like a puppy begging for table ends. But his eyes said he wanted it too. Saw it in the way they lingered on my mouth.
We reviewed the agenda together. Panels on AI ethics. Private investor mixers. Keynotes from the industry heavyweights. Viktor scrolled slowly, voice calm as he pointed out specific time slots where security presence would thin, when attention would shift toward the main stage.
He stopped scrolling.
“The AetherLynx CEO is scheduled to speak tomorrow morning,” he said evenly.
I glanced at him. “Okay…”
“That is your window,” he continued. “While I am at the conference, visible, occupied, you will remain here.”
My brows pulled together slightly.
“In their suite,” he clarified. “You will access their personal tablet and copy everything relevant. Full extraction. No traces.”
I leaned closer to the screen, studying the schedule again.
“So that is your genius plan, boss?” I asked lightly.
Our shoulders brushed as I shifted. Neither of us moved away.
“You really think the CEO is going to just leave their tablet lying around in the suite?” I continued. “Why would it not be with them? Or at least somewhere nearby? Especially during a major conference?”
Viktor did not flinch. He kept scrolling, calm and precise.
“The CEO is cautious,” he said. “Paranoid, even. Sensitive material is not carried around in front of that many people. Too many eyes. Too many opportunities for compromise.”
He finally looked at me.
“They compartmentalize. Public appearance separate from private work. The tablet will remain in the suite.”
I sat back slowly, studying him instead of the screen.
“Wary how?” I asked. “This feels very specific. Like you have already mapped out their habits.”
His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
I narrowed my eyes. “And what about security on the device itself? A lock? Password? Biometric?”
“I will send you the access code,” Viktor replied, tone clipped.
I held his gaze. “You are certain it will work?”
His eyes sharpened.
“Do not question me.”
The room fell quiet for a beat.
I hesitated, then pushed once more. “Who is this CEO anyway? You talk like you know them inside out.”
His fingers stilled on the trackpad. Just for a second.
Then he closed the file.
“You are asking the wrong questions, Lennox,” he said calmly. “I will have the keycard delivered to you by morning.”
He turned the laptop slightly toward me again.
“Focus on the extraction paths. Once you are inside, we move quickly. Clean entry. Clean exit.”
His voice was steady.
Controlled.
But something underneath it felt personal.
Frustration and confusion burned hot in my chest. I stood. "Fine. That’s the plan then."
I turned for the adjoining door. Walked through without looking back. Closed it soft behind me.
He wanted me. I saw it in his eyes. In that squeeze on my thigh. But he pulled back like I am a glitch in his code, something to fix later. Fine. Focus on the job. Like that is easy with his scent still on me, woody and warm, making every step back to my suite feel like walking through fire.
I lasted twenty minutes alone in my suite. Pacing. Staring at the adjoining door like it might open on its own. The rain picked up outside, drumming the windows. My skin felt too tight. Too hot. One minute I am gagging on his cock mid flight, throat stretched around that thickness, and the next he is all business with agendas and keycards. What the hell does he want? The job? Control? Or me, but only on his terms? Prepping his speech feels ironic. Like polishing the sword he is using to wreck me one denied touch at a time.
I grabbed my laptop and headed down. The hotel restaurant was tucked off the lobby, dim lights and leather booths, the kind of place where deals got made over whiskey. Rain pattered the glass walls. I slid into a corner table. Ordered black coffee and a sandwich to eat. Fired up the speech draft Viktor had emailed. Tweaked lines. Cut fluff. Made his words sharper. It was busywork. But it kept my hands off my cock, which had been half hard since the bed.
Fifteen minutes in, a woman walked in. Late thirties. Gorgeous in that effortless way, sharp cheekbones and dark waves pinned loose, spilling over one shoulder. Poised in a silk blouse the color of midnight and a black skirt that hugged her hips. She scanned the room. Spotted my empty adjacent chair. Smiled.
"Mind if I join? Long day ahead."
I gestured to the seat. "Be my guest. Misery loves company."
She sat smoothly. Crossed her legs. "I am Irina."
"Kai Lennox."
Her eyes lit with something. Recognition? "Here for the conference?"
I nodded. Sipped my coffee. "You?"
She smiled. Warm. "Yes. Tech world's small circle. Always the same faces."
I laughed. "Tell me about it. You with one of the big firms?"
"Independent now. But I know the players." She leaned in a little. "And you? Which company brings you to rainy Seattle?"
"I work for Mr. Viktor Volkov."
Her smile sharpened. Just a fraction. Eyes holding mine a beat too long. "Ah. Viktor. Old acquaintance."
The way she said it. Familiar. Like she knew more than the name. She looked familiar too. Vaguely. Like a face from a dream you cannot place. Or a photo you scrolled past too fast.
We chatted light. Tech trends. The rain "dampening more than spirits." Seattle's hidden gems. She excused graceful after one coffee. "Pleasure, Kai. See you tomorrow?"
"Count on it."
She left with a wave. I watched her go. That walk. Confident. Poised.
Was she someone I had seen before? Nah. I am probably just tired. Too much Viktor fog in my brain.
I packed up. Headed to the elevator. Doors dinged open. Viktor stepped out.
Dressed impeccably. Sexy. Crisp black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a sliver of tanned chest and the edge of dark hair. Fitted black trousers hugged his thighs like they were made for him, tapering to polished shoes. Fresh cologne hit me. Woody. Intoxicating. Like cedar and smoke wrapped in sin.
Our bodies brushed in the tight space. His chest to my shoulder. Heat flared. His hand came up. Steadied my waist. Thumb grazed my hip bone slow. Lingering.
"Early night, Lennox?"
I swallowed. Voice came out rough. "Just prepping your brilliance. Would not want you fumbling tomorrow."
His eyes locked on mine. Gray and burning. Thumb pressed harder. Circling. "Good. See you"
He stepped out. Hand sliding away last. Leaving my skin buzzing.
The doors closed. Elevator hummed up. I leaned against the wall. Hard again. That touch. Electric. Like his thumb on my lip all over again. He is killing me slowly, and I am hard in a goddamn elevator, pulse racing like I am already spread out for him.
Fuck, Seattle is going to shatter us, leave me begging on my knees again, his cock heavy on my tongue until there is nothing left but surrender.
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