Page 16 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

It took a few seconds of staring into his eyes for the hint to take hold. The message on our app. He meant the message Leo had sent me.

Viktor nudged Misha with one hand. “Thank you, Miss Stirling. We’ll let you get to work.”

“Thank you, sir.”

His eyes darkened, and he paused a foot away from my desk, staring down at me.

Leo remained to my left, the cup of coffee in his hand. He rocked it from side to side. “I see this cup on your desk almost every day. The barista there remembered your order, but if you find it unsatisfactory, I can toss it.”

“No.” I didn’t mean to move, but I lunged to my feet and wrapped both hands around the cup. His fingers brushed mine before he let go, and that same liquid heat I’d seen in Viktor’s eyes held firm in Leo’s dark but no less intense gaze. “Thank you. I was running late this morning and didn’t have time to stop.”

“You’re welcome.” He moved around the desk and lowered his voice. “Keep calling him Sir and you might end up bent over his desk.”

Oh, fuck. An instant image popped into my head of Viktor pressing me into his desk while he railed me from behind.

Keep it professional. I was supposed to be keeping it professional.

Leo walked past me. “Enjoy your coffee. We look forward to your response to our inquiry.”

How did he walk away like my insides hadn’t just imploded with a sudden need to rush into Viktor’s office and beg him to act out my newest fantasy? The term ‘hot and bothered’ applied so fiercely, I needed a dunk in an ice bath before I melted into the floor.

The three of them walked down the hallway with their usual easy swagger, splitting into their offices. Misha’s implied urgency did not show on any of them, but that didn’t make it my imagination. They were masters at keeping their emotions at bay. I’d seen them leaving the office after meetings that would have turned me into a raving bitch, and they barely batted an eye.

But when Viktor frowned a certain way, one where his eyes glittered with a matte shimmer, the entire room bent over backward to make things right.

I’d never known three more powerful men, and it shook me to my core that I was not ready to give them up.

But was I ready for the consequences of continuing?

The elevator doors opened, and Mr. Benson walked out. Tall and robust, he loved to laugh and tell me a joke every time he walked in.

Today was no different, and he stopped in front of my desk. “Good morning.” I used my most congenial tone and took a sip of my coffee.

“Ah, Miss Stirling. Good to see you again. Tell me, do you know what happens when you cross a fish with a bird?”

“No. I have no idea.” This was the problem with Mr. Benson. Not his love of jokes, but the way he butchered them. I’d never met anyone as capable at massacring a good joke as this man.

He stuck his fists against his hips and flapped his arms. “Flying bass.”

I laughed along with him and stood. “Mr. Solokov is waiting for you.” I led the way to Viktor’s office and knocked twice on the black door.

“Enter.”

I bit my lip to try and keep any images of last night at bay as I pushed the door open. “Mr. Benson to see you, Sir.” I tacked on the last bit, just because I’d become a sucker for his reaction.

Viktor glanced my way as he stood. “Thank you. That will be all.”

I had mere seconds to stare at him where he stood behind an ornate desk done all in black. His suit was black today too, something I’d noted earlier without really thinking about it. He really was an intimating figure, but seeing him there, after last night, gave me a newfound desire to know what it would feel like to give him absolute control over my body. I walked out of the room and retreated to my desk.

I should answer them back. I should tell them it was over and that we had to maintain a professional atmosphere at work.

I could if they would. Leo and Misha pushed the boundaries this morning, though the only inappropriate things were Misha touching my neck and Leo whispering that bit about me calling Viktor Sir.

My thoughts were more inappropriate than anything, and they were going to get me in trouble.

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MISHA