Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

It’s not like he doesn’t already know, but it never hurts to
underline these things.
I send Mikhail off to meet Stavros. Then I head out of the
warehouse to the car waiting for me outside. As soon as I’m
inside the Bentley, I reach for my cell phone.
Miss you already. XOXO
My wish was granted: the text is from Natalie.
An image of her smiling face flashes through my mind.
Then another image surfaces, a memory of her naked and
flushed underneath me with her eyes closed and her lips
parted, a bruise from my greedy mouth darkening a spot on
her slender neck.
A steel band winches itself around my heart. Exhaling a
heavy breath, I murmur, “Miss you too, baby.”
As my driver steers the car out of the deserted parking lot
and onto the main street, I dial her number, waiting
impatiently for her to pick up.
On the third ring, she does.
“Hi!”
She sounds happy to hear from me. The winch tightens.
“I hear you miss me.”
“It’s strangely dull around here without a bossy Russian
barking orders at me. Go figure.”
“You like it when I bark orders at you.”
“Only when we’re in bed.”
I picture her blindfolded and restrained, sucking my dick
and rocking her hips as I slide the vibrator in and out of her
soaked pussy, and almost groan out loud with want.
My voice drops. “I’m ready to give you a few orders right
now. Get into bed.”
She laughs breathlessly. “I would, but Sloane’s here. That
could be awkward.”
“She’s back from her trip.”