Chapter 10

The meeting went well enough. I had Christian drive us again, much to Stefan's disappointment, although he didn't dare say anything. Rabia, the Turkish contact, agreed to arrange to get the shipment to us two weeks later. With Petter introducing us, she seemed happy enough to deal with me, and we exchanged numbers. We left the hotel separately, and Petter drove off in his truck moments before Christian drove us away in the opposite direction. I was impatient to call Petter, and I would have if Majmun hadn't been in the car. The moment I was back in my office, I called and arranged to see him the next day at my apartment.

Now, it was a week later and I lay awake, watching Petter sleep beside me. It was only the second time he'd spent the night with me, and other than a couple of hours the day after the meeting with Rabia, I hadn't seen him at all. I could have called him again, but I was reluctant to do all the running, and he hadn't called me. I wanted him so fucking badly, and from the way he behaved when we were together the last time, I knew he wanted me just as much. But neither of us would make a move. Until I went to my apartment a few hours ago and spotted him lurking outside the building in a red car. I tapped on the window. He got out of the car and followed me inside without either of us speaking a word.

We barely talked all evening. We just fucked. He admitted to having hung around outside a couple of times in the past few days, but hadn't seen me. I told him the apartment was my bolt hole and that mostly I lived at the family home, but that he shouldn't hesitate to call me if he wanted to meet up. Then we fucked some more and fell asleep. Now I was awake, watching him sleep in the dim light that filtered in from the moon-lit sky outside.

"I'm falling for you," I muttered, then cursed myself for saying it out loud. His deep, even breathing told me he wouldn't hear me, but even so, I was taking a risk. Did he feel the same, or did he just like the sex? Would he laugh in my face if he knew how involved I was getting? I didn't think so, but I'd never been in a position where I'd felt strongly enough to admit my feelings. I hadn't cared that much for Markus. I'd got fond of him, but I was too wary about him outing me to get really invested in it. But Petter had just as much to lose as I did. I wouldn't have to worry about him turning up at the restaurant and taunting me in front of my mother and the others. And in turn, he would never have to worry about me letting his people find out about him. The situation made everything more intense; more desperate.

"Petter," I murmured.

He stirred a little, sighing softly in his sleep. I traced his moustache with one finger. His mouth twitched and he wrinkled his nose. Then his eyes snapped open and met mine. "What are you doing?"

"Uh, nothing."

He grinned. "If you're going to touch me in my sleep, make it worthwhile." He caught my hand and pushed it down under the sheet to his soft dick. I cupped it and squeezed lightly. Then I let go and slid my arm around him. I didn't even know why I'd woken him, except that I wanted him to look at me. I leaned in and kissed his jaw. "You're not like I expected," he said, his voice rough from sleep.

"What did you expect?"

"I don't know. I didn't think we'd still be doing this."

"Neither did I, but I can't seem to stop."

He stayed silent. His heart rate rocketed—I could feel it where my arm rested across his chest. He licked his lips, like he was steeling himself to say something. I forced myself to wait it out.

"I've never been in this position," he said slowly.

"What? Sleeping with the enemy?" I teased.

"Fuck off. You know what I mean."

"No, I don't."

"Fuck you, Davor." He sighed and closed his eyes for a second. "I've never been back for more with anyone. Never wanted to."

"I should be flattered, then."

"Don't fuck with me."

"I'm not. Why do you think I'm still here? You know I want you."

"Yeah?"

I thought for a moment. He was still unsure about me. Maybe I was holding my cards too closely to my chest.

"Petter, I want you. I want this. I can't get enough," I admitted. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"I guess."

"Is it?" I pressed.

"Yes, all right? Fuck." He ran a hand over his eyes. "I hate talking about this shit."

"Get used to it. I'm going nowhere." I kissed his cheek. "Come on. You mean… something."

He snorted. "That's romantic."

"Dickhead." I punched him lightly. "Go back to sleep."

Instead, he rolled over to face me, and his erection bumped my thigh. "You woke me up too much."

I grinned. "So I see."

"Going to do something about it?"

I sighed dramatically. "If I must." I hesitated. I wanted to try something I hadn't done with him; that I'd only ever done with Markus and then it had been fairly reluctant on my part. But I wanted to do it for Petter. I tossed the sheet back and slid down the bed.

I wrapped my hand around his erection and rubbed my thumb over his tip, then guided it into my mouth. He gasped and clenched his fists at his sides. I stroked him, following my hand up and down with my lips, sucking firmly, sliding my tongue around, gently grazing with my tongue. He trembled and squirmed, cursing under his breath. I slid my free hand under him and slipped a finger inside. He was still wet from the lube and my come from earlier.

"Oh, fuck, Davor! Jesus Christ!"

I chuckled around him and continued. My own dick throbbed impatiently, and I rolled my hips against the mattress to get some friction. I put everything into making him enjoy it, and the sounds of his pleasure aroused me so much I knew I'd come without needing to be touched.

"Hey. You'd better stop," he gasped eventually. "Almost there."

I ignored him and when he shot his load in my mouth, I swallowed.

"Holy fucking hell," he muttered.

I pulled off and stretched out beside him.

"Give me a minute. I'll return the favour."

"No need." Laughing, I indicated the wet patch where I'd come all over the sheet. I pulled myself up again and slid a leg over him, straddling his thighs.

He slid his arms around me and met my eyes. "That was fucking amazing."

"Yeah?" I leaned down and brushed my lips across his. For the first time I wondered if maybe one day I could let him fuck me. I'd never considered it before, not even with Markus, much to his disappointment. And it had certainly been the last thing I wanted after what happened to me. But something had changed. Maybe I could do it with Petter, if I tried to get myself used to being touched there when I was alone.

"What are you thinking?" His brow wrinkled. "Not going all serious and romantic again, are you?" he teased.

"Fuck off." I rolled off him onto my back.

"Fair enough. Keep your secrets." He reached for the sheet and pulled it back over us. "I guess I could sleep some more now."