"Don't sleep," he said softly as he lifted up her chin and moved curls of hair off her forehead. "Don't smoke," she answered as blinked up at him. He let go of her chin and put the cigarette out. As he leaned back to the sofa Zoya placed her head on his shoulders. Dmitry placed his hand on her head and began playing with her loose curls. Sighing softly she began humming a Florence + the Machine song that was playing softly in the room:
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
They stayed like that until Zoya was brought out of her daze when Dmitry said something sharply in Russian, maybe to who she did not know maybe to someone who had interrupted them in their private corner.
"What you say?"
"Nothing, sit for a few more minutes and then we can go find your friends."
"Yes," she said placing head on his shoulder once more. Zoya could feel his hot breath in her face as their bodies came into close contact once more. She became intoxicated by his fragrance and began to breathe harder. Damn she wanted this man. Looking down into her eyes he slowly lifted her up into his lap and put his arms around her. She held on to his arms tight and adjusted her position in his lap, spreading her legs as if she were doing a lap dance for him. He did not say anything, just held her. As she relaxed against him, she felt his hand move toward her ass. He laid his palm flat on her ass and then squeezed the left cheek as he brought her closer. Zoya placed her hand on his cheek and rubbed his five o'clock shadow as she leaned toward his lips. She lightly touched her lips to his and her hips against his lap.
After letting her have a few playful kisses and slow grinds against him, that was enough for him so Dmitry took control. He placed both his hands on her ass and moved her hips to his liking. As her short blue dress rode up, the only thing between them were her panties and his suit pants. In the back of her mind she thanked God that Dmitry chosen a place that could not be easily seen by the people in the room.
As Dmitry groaned against her ear, Zoya could not prevent a moan from escaping her. He swallowed her moan as he kissed her with an open mouth. She could taste the vodka and something sweet that she could not place as they used their tongues and lips to battle for control. Zoya struggled to unbutton his dress jacket as he moved one hand from her ass to hold on to her neck as he deeply kissed her. Finally getting the jacket open she slipped her hands inside his dress shirt and felt his stomach muscles jump at her touch.
Zoya tore their lips apart and kissed his neck and ears while she held on tight to his shoulders. Dmitry breathed in her scent as he placed kisses against her shoulders and moved his hands back to her ass. Zoya did not know what made her do it, but after kissing his neck over and over again she bit down hard where his shoulder met his neck. He did not scream, he groaned aloud and moaned softly when Zoya licked and kissed the spot. She thought that was sexy and primal and she loved every bit of it. Although she could not see the mark she made in his neck, she knew there would be a mark. Knowing that she marked him made her feel happy.
As she finished opening his dress shirt, Zoya turned her attention to removing his belt. As she struggled with his belt, Dmitry held her tight with one arm around her waist and the other squeezing her sodden pussy. Zoya paused in her struggle as he got his hand inside her panties and began to rub the lips of her pussy. Fuck, it felt so good; a moan escaped her as she muffled her face against his neck. Zoya's body went crazy with joy as Dmitry placed one finger inside her and plunged it in and out. She was so blinded by the pleasure Dmitry was able to make her feel that she did not hear Erik and the others calling her name. She did not hear anything Dmitry removed his hand, pulled down her dress and placed her in the sofa next to him.
Quickly adjusting his clothes and hair, he pulled her off the sofa. Feeling dizzy Zoya took a second to adjust to standing up. He moved her hair out of her face and looked her over; seeming satisfied with her looks he moved her toward the center of the room. Still not understanding what was happening; Zoya had no option but to let him direct her as he pushed her forward. After a final push from Dmitry she came to a halt right in front of Robert and Katherine.
"Guys we found her," yelled Katherine as she took Zoya by the hand and dragged her to the bar. Her friends came from opposite corners of the large room; some looked at her with expressions of displeasure while others looked at her with concern. As they crowded around her, Zoya looked around the room, trying to find Dmitry. He could be still in the room, but it was so dark that even if he were she would not be able to find him. Oh God what have I done?
"Zoya babes, are you okay? We looked everywhere for you?" Elena said as she ran forward to give Zoya a hug, Tama following right behind her.
"I have been up here. I told Erik that I was coming here."
"Still, Tama and Michael came here earlier and could not find you."
"I am sorry guys for making ya'll worry, I have must been at the other side of the room when they came up."
"It's all good Zoya. It is almost 2am, we need to leave soon," Erik said as he leaned against a stool. "I am going to find my father, if he is still around. You guys can stay here at the bar. I will be back soon," he said as he took off. Mathew James and Rohan ordered drinks for themselves, while the rest of the group moved toward the card game tables to wait for Erik. Tama and Elena asked her what she did the whole time she was up there, but she was too embarrassed with her actions to even look up at her best friends as she mumbled she had done nothing but look around. She felt like such a slut and had no excuse for acting the way she did, even if she was drunk, with a stranger. And, worse this stranger was her boss, what did he think of her? As slutty as she felt she did enjoy it, damn I really am acting like a slut, she thought to herself.
He walked into the back office without saying a word to anyone, closing the door behind him. How he let that happen was beyond him. Not only was she closer to his son age than his, but from the feel of it, when he had his finger inside of her, she was as innocent as a new born child. He blamed it on the alcohol, that thing she called a dress she was wearing and how fine her ass looked in it. Fuck, if he did not enjoy her tight pussy. He would have gone much further had he friends not come to retrieve her. If an innocent 22 year old can make him feel that way, he knew he been too long without a woman's company. He should have taken Dina's offer after dinner the night he met Zoya.
Grabbing his favorite vodka, he took a seat behind the office desk and put his legs up. He closed his eyes and took a swallow of his drink just as Erik walked in.
"Pa, you in here."
"Nu, do you know what knocking is?" Dmitry answered his son as he opened his eyes to watch him come in.
"Sorry, my friends are waiting outside. We wanted to greet you before we leave...Are you okay?"
"Why would I not be?" he replied in Russian.
"So, do you want to meet them now or later?"
"Go. I will be there soon," Dmitry told his son in their mother language.
"Cool," he said in English as he closed the door on his way out. Dmitry rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes for a second then got up and walked to the V.I.P. section where he left Zoya.
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