Hidden Truths (Perfectly Imperfect #3)

I steal a look at Sergei. He said he needs to go to a meeting tonight, but I still feel that tingling desire between my legs. Would he object to the second round?

Sergei parks in the driveway but doesn’t make a move to leave the car.

“Do you regret it?” he asks, squeezing the steering wheel. “It’s okay if you do. Just tell me, and I won’t touch you again.”

I just stare at him. What the fuck is he talking about?

“You haven’t said a word the whole drive, Angelina.”

“I was… processing.” I’m not very good with relationship stuff, or people in general. It usually takes me some time to warm up to a person. The fact that I’m so strongly attracted to someone I barely know is scary.

“Processing?” He sighs and buries his hands in his hair. “Just tell me honestly if you don’t want to have anything with a mentally unstable person and…”

I lunge at him. There isn’t a better word to describe the way I leap from my seat, straddle him, and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Angelina?”

“Just shut up,” I bite out and slam my lips to his.

My dress ends up around my hips again, so my naked core is pressing directly onto his crotch, with the fabric of his pants as the only barrier between my pussy and his hardening cock. Without removing my mouth from his, I let my palms slide down his body, I reach the waistband of his pants and release his cock in haste. Sergei smiles into my mouth and, reaching his hands between our bodies, buries his finger inside me. But just as quickly as it was there, it’s gone.

“We’ll have to be fast.” He grabs me around the waist, lifts me, and slams me down onto his hard dick.

The moment I feel him inside, my walls start clenching, and I ride him like a maniac, clutching the fabric of his shirt between my fingers. Sergei groans, then leans back a bit causing his cock to get even deeper within my pussy, filling me completely.

“Will you be late for the meeting?”

“Fuck the meeting.” His hands travel up my body to my already tangled hair, gripping the strands between his fingers. I bend my head and bite at the side of his neck—hard—and feel his cock swelling inside of me. The pressure between my legs intensifies, and when his upward thrusting intensifies to a brutal pace, I feel my orgasm hit me harder than it ever has before, just as Sergei finishes with me.

* * *

I try fixing my hair and the dress in the car to make myself more presentable, but I still feel like anyone looking at me would know what we just did. As we climb the steps to the front door, I glance down at my hand clasped in Sergei’s, our fingers intertwined.

“I need to take a shower and change before the meeting with the Irish,” he says as we go inside.

“Okay.” I nod.

Sergei bends and tilts my head up with his finger under my chin. “Processing again?”

“Kind of.”

“Do your thing, then.” He nods. “And, when I come back, we can discuss the subject some more. To give you more material for processing.”

I stare at him. “I doubt that my pussy would be able to handle another discussion today.”

“We’ll see.” He presses a quick kiss on my lips and heads upstairs.

When I walk inside the kitchen, Felix is sitting at the dining table with a robust-looking laptop in front of him. I quickly straighten the front of my dress and pass my hand through my hair one more time. It feels like I have “just had sex in the car twice” tattooed onto my forehead. The fact that I don’t have panties on doesn’t help, either.

“Are you going to stand there all night, looking guilty as hell?” Felix asks without looking up from the laptop.

I tilt my chin up and head toward the fridge to get something to drink. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You two should have been here half an hour ago.”

“There was a traffic jam.”

“Oh?” He looks at me over the rim of his glasses. “That’s what you kids call it these days?”