Hidden Truths (Perfectly Imperfect #3)

“No one. Threatens. Your. Safety,” he bites out. “Got that, Angelina?”

I blink, then nod.

“Good,” he says, squeezes my neck, and slams his mouth to mine.

I suck in a breath. He’s wearing that cologne again, the one that messes with my head. Grabbing at his shoulders, I climb onto his lap and press my core to the bulge in his pants. The moment I feel his hard cock against my already tingling pussy, a shudder passes through my body.

My cock is so hard that it feels like it’s going to explode, and having Angelina rub against it with her pussy makes it a hundred times worse. I slide my hands down her body, gather the fabric of her dress in both hands, then push it up to her waist. Gripping the back of her neck with one hand, I slide the other between us, and press my fingers to her panties, finding them completely drenched.

“So fucking wet for me already.” I move her panties to the side and thrust my finger inside her.

“We’ll get arrested.” Angelina gasps, then moans when I add another finger. Then, she starts rocking her hips, riding my hand.

“My greedy little fox…” I whisper into her ear and bite her earlobe. “Is my finger enough, or do you want more?”

“More.” She breathes and then groans when I pinch her clit.

“I don’t have a condom here, baby. But, I get tested regularly. I’m clean.”

“I’m on birth control. I got the shot last month.” Angelina assures me, then moans again.

I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, and reach for the button on my pants just as my phone starts vibrating on the dashboard. Then ringing. It’s Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise” melody, the ringtone specifically for Roman’s calls.

Fuck. I lift my head from Angelina’s neck and reach for the phone, keeping my hand occupied with her pussy.

“Not now, Roman,” I say and cut the call. It starts ringing again.

I push my fingers deeper inside Angelina and take the call.

“That’s the first and the last time you hang up on me,” Roman barks. “Got that?”

“What is it?” I put the phone between my shoulder and my chin, and proceed massaging Angelina’s clit with my thumb, while sliding the fingers of my other hand in and out.

“O’Neil just called,” Roman says.

“Interesting.” I pinch Angelina’s clit lightly and smile when she whimpers. “What did the Irish want?”

“He wants to meet. Tonight. They have a deal with the Romanians for some weapons shipment that ended up being larger than expected, and wanted to see if we are interested in joining in on the deal.”

Angelina’s hands find the zipper of my dress pants. She realizes that I didn’t wear any boxers tonight and she easily frees my cock. When she squeezes it, I barely manage not to come. I lean forward and lick the arch of her naked shoulder.

“He knows we take the guns from the Albanians,” I say and slide my finger out of Angelina’s pussy, switch the call to speakerphone, and throw the thing onto the passenger’s seat. Taking a hold of her panties, I tear at the material and throw the black lace onto the back seat. Grabbing her under her ass, I lift her and position myself at her entrance. Angelina leans in,crushes her lips to mine and lowers herself slowly onto my cock, moaning as she takes all of me. Her panting is getting louder as she starts riding me, so I press the finger that was just moments ago buried two knuckles deep inside her pussy into her mouth. Her perfect lips close around it, and she starts sucking. My cock jumps inside her. I need to get off the fucking phone. Pronto.

I hear Roman saying something else, but I ignore his rambling. Removing my hand from Angelina’s mouth, I put my finger over my lips in a hush signal. When she nods, I take her around her waist, lift her, then slam her down onto my cock. She screams a little, then rocks her hips, her hands tangling in my hair.

“Sergei!” Roman’s yelling comes from the phone. I reposition Angelina slightly and then slam into her again, panting.

“What?” I bark and slam into her again, enjoying her little moans.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“In my car. With Angelina.” I slide my hand between our bodies and pinch her clit, and she whimpers loudly.

There are a few seconds of silence, and then Roman’s growly voice fills the car. “Are you having sex while you’re on the phone with me?”

“Maybe.” I smile, grab Angelina’s nape, and crush my mouth to hers, all the while pounding into her.

“Jesus, Sergei,” Roman snaps and hangs up.