My Russian Billionaire Boss 🔐| Bonus Episode 1: The Night I Almost Went Back To The Suite (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

The door clicked shut behind Kai and the silence hit me like a weight. I sat alone on the edge of the bed, still hard from his teasing words. “Maybe I should take some stress off you, boss.” The sentence echoed in my head, low and filthy, and my cock throbbed against the zipper of my trousers. I wanted to pin him down right there. Bury my cock in that tight mouth again. Make him beg like he did on the jet, eyes watering, throat working around me while he looked up like I was the only thing in the world. I wanted to flip him over, spread him open, and fuck him until the only name he remembered was mine.

But the job comes first. One mistake and everything falls apart. Irina would smell weakness. The keycard would stay in her purse. And Kai would never get close enough to finish what we started.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom. Stripped.

The cold water hit my chest like needles. I let it run over my shoulders, down my abs, over the hard length still straining between my legs. I did not touch myself. I refused. The ache stayed. Good. Let it burn. Let it remind me why I am doing this.

I dressed for Irina. Black shirt. The same one she always loved on date nights years ago. Fitted trousers that sat low on my hips. She would notice. She always noticed. I buttoned my shirt slowly, leaving the top button open so the edge of my chest showed. Enough to tempt. Enough to remind her what she lost.

The elevator doors opened on the lobby level and there he was. Kai stepping in as I stepped out. Our bodies brushed. Chest to shoulder. Heat flared instantly. I steadied his waist without thinking. My thumb grazed his hip bone, pressing just hard enough to feel the muscle beneath the fabric. He smelled like me. Like the cologne I had worn on the jet. Like the man I wanted to devour right here against the mirrored wall.

I was about to drag him back into the elevator. Kiss him until his knees give out. Finish what we started thousands of feet in the air. Almost.

“Early night, Lennox?” I said instead. Voice steady. Professional.

He answered something sarcastic. I stepped out. The doors closed behind me and I walked away without looking back. My cock was still half hard. My mind was still upstairs with him.

The bar was quiet. Dim lights. Irina sat at the far end, legs crossed, wine glass in hand. She looked up the moment I entered. Same sharp smile. Same hungry eyes.

“Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Volkov.”

I sat. Ordered vodka. “Business.”

She laughed softly. Leaned closer. “Always business with you. Even when it used to be more.”

We fell into the old rhythm. Competitive banter. Sharp. Familiar. She teased about the divorce. I replied with a dry smile. “You always did love rewriting history.”

Her hand found my thigh under the table. Fingers tracing slow circles. “You still look at me like you want to ruin me.”

I spread my legs slightly. Let her feel the weight of me through the fabric. Let her eyes drop to the bulge growing under her touch. But the boner was not because of her. My cock throbbed with the thought of Kai Lennox, my assistant. My cock wanted to feel that wet mouth again, that tight throat swallowing me down while those defiant eyes looked up at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Irina was just a means to an end. A tool. A ghost I had to touch one last time so I could get the keycard and give it to the man I actually wanted.

She leaned in closer, fingers tracing higher, voice soft and drunk with old memories. “You always did know how to make me feel wanted, Viktor.”This is working.

I smiled the way she expected. Let my hand rest on her knee. Let her believe the lie. Inside my head I saw Kai on his knees in the jet cabin, lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down his chin while he took every inch I gave him. I saw the way his body trembled when I pressed against him in my office. I saw the flush on his cheeks when he sucked my thumb like he was starving for more.

Irina kept talking. Kept drinking. Kept pressing her thigh against mine. I nodded at the right moments. Laughed at the right jokes. Played the part of the ex-husband who still felt the spark. All while my mind stayed upstairs with the man whose name I had not stopped thinking about since the first night on that rooftop.

She leaned in. Looked at me with those familiar eyes that once held power over me. She took my hand. Caressed it slowly. “I missed you, Viktor.”

I smiled the way she expected. The smile that used to make her melt.

She leaned closer. Her lips brushed mine. I kissed her back. Not because I wanted to. Because I needed her to believe I missed her too. Needed her to feel that old spark long enough to hand over what I came for. Her mouth tasted like wine and regret. Nothing like the heat I craved from the man sleeping in our suite.

I pulled back first. “Mhmm. I missed you too, darling.”

She smiled. Reached into her purse. Pulled out an extra keycard to her suite. She slipped it into my palm. Her fingers lingered. Stroked the inside of my wrist like she was trying to pull me back into the past. “If you really miss me, come upstairs tonight. Show me how much you miss me.”

She stood. Kissed me on the cheek. Gave me one final look before she walked away. That look said she still believed she could have me again.

But I did not have to go up to her room. I did not have to pretend to like kissing her. Or even go further. She hurt me. I held the card in my hand. And now it was time for payback.

Instead of heading up to her suite I walked out of the hotel. The night air outside was cold and damp. I walked the streets for hours. Rain soaked my shirt. My cock stayed half hard the entire time. Aching for the man sleeping in the suite next to mine. I wanted to turn around. Go back. Open that adjoining door. Pin Kai to the bed and fuck him until he screamed my name and forgot every other man who had ever touched him. I wanted to bury myself so deep he would feel me for days.

But I kept walking. Kept drinking alone in a quiet bar near the water. Kept telling myself the job came first. One mistake and Irina would win again. One mistake and Kai would pay the price.

I returned to the hotel long after midnight. The adjoining door was cracked open just enough for me to see inside. Kai was asleep on his bed. One arm thrown over his head. Shirtless. Sheets tangled low around his hips. His chest rose and fell slow and even. He looked peaceful. Vulnerable. Unknowing of what I had just done to get him that keycard.

I stood there in the dark for a long minute. My cock throbbed at the sight of him. I almost walked in. Almost woke him up and took what I had wanted since the moment he first opened that smart mouth on the rooftop. Almost.

Instead I closed the door softly. Went to my own bed. Lay there staring at the ceiling with the keycard still warm in my pocket and the taste of Kai’s mouth still haunting me.

Dawn came too early. I dressed for the conference. Crisp navy suit. Shirt open at the collar. I looked in the mirror and saw the man Kai saw every day. The man he wanted. The man he was starting to need.

I left the suite before he woke up. Headed downstairs. Ready for the day that would finally end this war.

But the only thing I could think about was the night that would come after.

And the man waiting for me in the room next door.

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