Criminal: A Bad-Boy Stepbrother Romance (25 page)

“Besides,” he continued, sitting himself
down on the arm of the leather sofa next to her, reaching out to take
her dainty hand in his large palm. “I can’t be myself
with others around. But you? You bring out something special in me,”
he said, his deep voice so soft and warm with her, in a way it never
was with anyone else, matching the way he gently stroked the pale,
smooth skin on the back of her hand.

Svetlana giggled, shimmying a little bit closer to
him as her gaze met his.

“You’re too kind,” she protested
with a little shake of her head. “But I’m glad,
regardless, that you think so.” There was such a reverence in
her gaze as she bit down on her lower lip nervously. Not nervous of
him... nervous of how she acted around him.

He made her head spin, all of her willpower drained
as she wanted nothing more than to make him happy, and it was etched
all throughout her features.

Javier smoothly lifted her hand up to kiss at the
backs of her knuckles, letting his dusky eyes meet her gaze as he
took his time, revelled in that moment together. Until at last he
lowered her hand again and reached out to rest his palm upon her bare
knee.

“You’re the most beautiful vision to walk
through those doors down there, and there’s just something
about you,” he said, his Cuban accent so rich. “You have
a way of making me — and everyone else — more relaxed,
more pleased. You’ve an aura of peace and serenity about you,
dear Lana.”

She blushed a bit brighter. For one in her line of
work, she certainly took every compliment as if it were the first and
only one, and her eyes descended to her lap.

“Oh Javier,” she purred, her voice so
soft beneath the hum of the rhythm of the Tropicala.

“I just like beink around you. Vhen that
happens, it’s just right, is it not?” She spoke into her
lap, her skin so soft beneath his hand, her stockings only coming up
to just below his grasp.

Javier nodded to her slowly, the two of them
threading their fingers together, his long, dark digits knitted
between her slender, pale ones. He squeezed her knee and leaned in,
the two of them so close, his spiced cologne light and pleasant. Her
bubble-gum scent so girlish and whimsical.

“You should come see me more often,” he
husked low, leaning in so that his forehead was nearly pressed to
hers. “Here, or… we could go meet somewhere else. Just
the two of us. For a meal, and maybe some quiet time alone.”

She was so soft and delicate beneath him, those
supple curves of hers enticing as she rubbed into him.

“I vould like that,” she cooed, her voice
so filled with nervousness and cheerfulness, the two combatting one
another. She was clearly thrilled at his invitation, at his touch,
and she moved nearer him.

Her eyes fluttered up to him, that sky blue so
enchanting.

“You have my number, yes? Any time you’d
like,” she said as a bouncy and flirtatious smile crossed her
features.

His own smile was wry and self-assured, contorting
his handsome face as he eyed her, soaking in that youthful, charm. He
gave a slow nod.

“You can count on that call,” he remarked
in a low, rumbly voice just moments before he leaned in, head tilted,
to place a kiss upon her soft little lips, painted pink with a rim of
carefully applied black to match her outfit. His tongue delved past
them, into her mouth to taste her as he grasped her with both of his
long arms.

She tasted like she looked, as if she’d just
eaten a bunch of cotton candy before coming to his office. Her tongue
pressed against his, all that shyness slowly slipping away as she
very slowly kissed him. A sigh passed from her to him, her entire
body arched and lifted so that she could meet his mouth with all her
enthusiasm.

Javier pulled her to him, lifting her tiny form up
and into his lap as their kiss only grew further entangled. He wanted
her so badly, his two hands beginning to rub at her soft, supple
flesh, slowly pawing at her form, feeling her curves along her hips
and rear.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Javier said,
breaking their kiss to breathe heavily and look in her bright blue
eyes.

She swallowed, her eyes lidded as she ground against
him so wantonly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, the party still
thrumming behind them. Something about being able to see the crowd as
they danced and writhed without them ever knowing she was up there,
knowing what they were doing... it was a thrill.

Her thin legs spread about him, her bust pressed to
his chest.

“Thank you, Mr. Hevia,” she purred, her
skin still flushed and dewy from his kiss, his touch.

He was so much taller than her, a giant next to her
tiny form. He held her, cupped her cheeks in his palms as he moved in
to kiss at her lips again, his excitement showing beneath her with a
throb to go along to that beat below.

“I wish I could have you all to myself, all the
time,” he said in a low husk. Though something below began to
catch first his eyes, then hers.

Looking aside, Svetlana could make out the curious
sight of Romy and his new lady at the center of a commotion.

But Svetlana didn’t want his attention to
drift, her finger going to his jaw and trying to gently guide his
eyes back to her.

“You can have me whenever you like,” she
purred, another grind of her hips following her words. Punctuating
them.

Javier’s eyes lit up at that, and he couldn’t
fight the grin that formed upon his long yet somewhat narrow face.
His arm squeezed her so tight, the little beauty might nearly have
popped.

“You don’t know what you’ve just
got yourself into,” he nearly growled at her before lustfully
kissing her lips once more.

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Strayed from the
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