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Phelps.” She walked over to the nurse’s station. “Hey, we just got barred from Brad Dailey’s room by some secret-service guy.”
“You did?” Ms. Phelps took them back into her office and shut the door. She patted ineffectively at her blond bun. “I’m not surprised. That man was demanding I show him full security checks for every single member of staff and patient on this ward! If the ex-senator wants his grandson to have more privacy, he’ll have to pay for a private room on a secure corridor.” She lowered her voice a fraction. “It’s not as if Brad is a VIP.”
“How long is he staying?”
“The former senator is leaving in about two hours. He’ll hopefully be taking his security detail with him. Brad’s parents are due in tonight at around eleven. They are flying in from Florida. They were on their yacht.”
“Nice.” Ella said. “So will you call us just before the senator leaves? We need to talk to Brad.”
“He hasn’t been very responsive today at all.” Ms. Phelps shook her head. “His doctor fears he might be going into a coma of some kind, his body signs are so minimal.”
“Well, thanks for the heads-up. We’ll do our best to get him to talk to us, but we’ll understand if he can’t.”
Vadim held the door open for Ella and then followed her toward the stairs and the elevator bank. She looked back at him over her shoulder.
“How much time do we have?”
“To get something to eat and get back here? Just under two hours.”
She groaned. “At this time of day it’s going to take us that long to get to your hotel in the commuter traffic.”
“Not if we don’t use the car.”
“I keep forgetting about that.” Her smile made his body come to life. “Can you take us right into your room?”
He could.
As soon as they materialized, he wrapped his arms around her and backed her up against the nearest wall, his tongue in her mouth, his hands roaming her jeans-covered ass.
“Morosov, what about my dinner?” She slid a hand around his neck. “I’m starving.”
There were so many filthy things he could say to that. “Sex first, dinner after.” He lifted her until her thighs hugged his hips and his cock ground against the seam of her jeans.
“But what about our talk?”
He scowled down at her far-too-innocent face. “After.”
She rolled her hips against his hardness and he fought a groan. Why did she always wear so many clothes? He had her naked in a second and stretched out beneath him on the bed, her legs spread wide by his. With a sigh he bent over her breasts and licked one hard nipple into his mouth. She started to squirm and he increased the pressure, sliding his fingers over her swollen clit and into her welcoming warmth.
She climaxed almost immediately, and he added another finger, transferring his attention to her other breast. His cock beat an urgent pulse along with his heart, wanting to be in her, to be joined to her in every way possible.
“Morosov...”
Why did she insist on talking when he was busy savoring the delights of her skin and scent and texture?
“ Morosov , let me up! ”
He raised his head to look at her. “What?”
She blinked at him. “I want something to do.”
“Then touch me.”
“I can’t reach the bit I particularly want to touch.” She pushed on his chest, and he reluctantly allowed her to sit up. She immediately turned around until her mouth was a tantalizing inch from his cock, put out her tongue and licked a drop of clear liquid off the crown.
“Mmm, nice.” Ella murmured.
He rolled onto his side, and her lips slid over his cock and took him deep. With a groan he returned his attention to her clit, using his tongue and mouth and fingers to bring her to another climax. Even while she still shuddered, he eased his shaft from her mouth and, reversing their positions, pushed her onto her back, spreading her knees wide with his.
She grinned up at him, her cheeks flushed, her blond hair escaping her haphazard
“You did?” Ms. Phelps took them back into her office and shut the door. She patted ineffectively at her blond bun. “I’m not surprised. That man was demanding I show him full security checks for every single member of staff and patient on this ward! If the ex-senator wants his grandson to have more privacy, he’ll have to pay for a private room on a secure corridor.” She lowered her voice a fraction. “It’s not as if Brad is a VIP.”
“How long is he staying?”
“The former senator is leaving in about two hours. He’ll hopefully be taking his security detail with him. Brad’s parents are due in tonight at around eleven. They are flying in from Florida. They were on their yacht.”
“Nice.” Ella said. “So will you call us just before the senator leaves? We need to talk to Brad.”
“He hasn’t been very responsive today at all.” Ms. Phelps shook her head. “His doctor fears he might be going into a coma of some kind, his body signs are so minimal.”
“Well, thanks for the heads-up. We’ll do our best to get him to talk to us, but we’ll understand if he can’t.”
Vadim held the door open for Ella and then followed her toward the stairs and the elevator bank. She looked back at him over her shoulder.
“How much time do we have?”
“To get something to eat and get back here? Just under two hours.”
She groaned. “At this time of day it’s going to take us that long to get to your hotel in the commuter traffic.”
“Not if we don’t use the car.”
“I keep forgetting about that.” Her smile made his body come to life. “Can you take us right into your room?”
He could.
As soon as they materialized, he wrapped his arms around her and backed her up against the nearest wall, his tongue in her mouth, his hands roaming her jeans-covered ass.
“Morosov, what about my dinner?” She slid a hand around his neck. “I’m starving.”
There were so many filthy things he could say to that. “Sex first, dinner after.” He lifted her until her thighs hugged his hips and his cock ground against the seam of her jeans.
“But what about our talk?”
He scowled down at her far-too-innocent face. “After.”
She rolled her hips against his hardness and he fought a groan. Why did she always wear so many clothes? He had her naked in a second and stretched out beneath him on the bed, her legs spread wide by his. With a sigh he bent over her breasts and licked one hard nipple into his mouth. She started to squirm and he increased the pressure, sliding his fingers over her swollen clit and into her welcoming warmth.
She climaxed almost immediately, and he added another finger, transferring his attention to her other breast. His cock beat an urgent pulse along with his heart, wanting to be in her, to be joined to her in every way possible.
“Morosov...”
Why did she insist on talking when he was busy savoring the delights of her skin and scent and texture?
“ Morosov , let me up! ”
He raised his head to look at her. “What?”
She blinked at him. “I want something to do.”
“Then touch me.”
“I can’t reach the bit I particularly want to touch.” She pushed on his chest, and he reluctantly allowed her to sit up. She immediately turned around until her mouth was a tantalizing inch from his cock, put out her tongue and licked a drop of clear liquid off the crown.
“Mmm, nice.” Ella murmured.
He rolled onto his side, and her lips slid over his cock and took him deep. With a groan he returned his attention to her clit, using his tongue and mouth and fingers to bring her to another climax. Even while she still shuddered, he eased his shaft from her mouth and, reversing their positions, pushed her onto her back, spreading her knees wide with his.
She grinned up at him, her cheeks flushed, her blond hair escaping her haphazard
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