My Russian Billionaire Boss
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Chapter 8: The Jet To Seattle
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Jet To Seattle - A reclusive hacker is pulled into the inner circle of a powerful tech CEO to breach a rival empire from the inside. As secrecy, proximity, and pressure mount, control begins to slip and desire takes its place. A slow burn gay erotica thriller where access is everything and restraint never lasts.
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Packing light for Seattle felt like a joke. I shoved a few shirts, slacks, and underwear into a small suitcase, trying to ignore the way my hands shook just a little. The break room kiss had replayed all night on loop in my head, every brutal second of it. His tongue claiming mine. His teeth nipping hard enough to sting. His cock grinding against me like a promise he had no intention of keeping. I’m such a slut for his dominance, I know it’s fucking pathetic, but fuck if it does not make me hard every time I think about it. The way he pinned me like I weighed nothing. The way his thumb stroked my lip before he pulled back and left me wrecked. I hated how much I wanted more. Hated how my body betrayed me, cock twitching just from the memory. Pathetic. But God, the man knew how to unravel me without even trying.
I zipped the bag and headed out before dawn. The private airstrip was on the edge of San Francisco, tucked away like the rich folks’ dirty secret. Viktor was already there when I pulled up. Dressed in a black shirt and charcoal gray pants - the one that made his butt look really sexy. He stood beside the sleek Gulfstream with his arms crossed, like he owned the sky. Which, knowing him, he probably did.
He turned as I approached. Gray eyes sharp. “Ready to focus, Lennox?”
I dragged my suitcase on the concrete. “As long as you do not kiss me again, boss.”
His lips twitched. Not quite a smile. Something darker. Hungrier. He stepped closer, towering just enough to make me feel the difference in our sizes. His hand came up, gripped my chin lightly. Thumb brushing the corner of my mouth where his teeth had nipped yesterday. “Careful what you wish for. I might decide you need another reminder.”
Heat flooded my face. My cock stirred in my trousers. I pulled away before I did something stupid like lean into it. “Lead the way, Mr. Volkov.”
The jet was ridiculous. All polished wood and brown leather seats facing each other across a low table. Cream leather accents. A bar stocked with bottles that probably cost more than my rent. Cassie, the attendant, greeted us with a smile that lingered a beat too long on Viktor. Then on me. She was mid twenties, blonde, uniform hugging her curves just right. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Volkov. Mr. Lennox. Drinks?”
Viktor waved her off. “Vodka, neat. For him, coffee. Black.”
She nodded. Smiled at me again as she moved to the bar. “Let me know if you need anything else, Kai.”
Viktor watched her go. Then, when the cabin door closed behind her, he turned to me. “That will be all, Cassie. Privacy.”
She paused in the doorway. Blinked. “Of course, sir.” Slipped out. The door latched with a soft click.
We settled in. Me on one leather seat, him opposite. The jet taxied smooth. Took off without a jolt. Viktor loosened the first button of his shirt. Rolled up his sleeves slowly. Veins stood out on his forearms, thick and corded from all those gym hours. His skin was tan, dusted with dark hair that trailed up under the fabric. I swallowed. Looked away.
“No more distractions,” he said. His voice was low, and his eyes stayed fixed on me.
I met his gaze without flinching. “Jealousy looks good on you, Mr. Volkov. I did not think CEOs lowered themselves to that level.”
He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. The movement pulled his shirt tight across his chest. “I do not share what is mine.”
The words hit me low in the gut, and they felt possessive in a way that made my cock twitch again. I shifted in the seat to hide it. “Yours? Last I checked, I am just the hired help.”
Viktor pulled out the tablet with AetherLynx files and gestured to the spot next to him. “Sit here. Closer.”
I hesitated for half a second before I moved. I sat opposite him now, and our knees almost touched. I was close enough to smell that woodsy cologne of his. It was cedar and smoke mixed with his skin, and it filled my lungs while it made my head swim.
We reviewed the files together. They were open on the table between us, with schematics and access logs spread out. I spotted a pattern in their server routing, and it looked like a weak link. “Why are you so hell bent on stealing from them and destroying them? It is personal, is it not?”
Viktor tensed up, but it was just a flicker. “I am not stealing.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, with us trying to get into their systems like this, it feels like stealing.”
He deflected without missing a beat. “Focus on the code.”
I laughed once, and it came out short. “I thought you wanted me to focus on the job. It is hard when you are staring like that.”
Something snapped in his eyes right then. He set the tablet down hard on the seat beside him and stood up. He towered over me, and his gray trousers strained across his powerful thighs. The bulge in front was already there, thick and prominent, right at face level as I sat. The fabric did nothing to hide the outline, and it looked heavy and half hard from nothing but our banter.
“You talk too much,” he said. His voice was rough as he put his hand on my jaw. It was firm, and he tilted my face up toward him. His thumb stroked my lower lip slow, pressing in just enough to part them. “If focusing on the job is so hard for you, maybe you need something else to occupy that sassy mouth.”
The words dripped with dominance, erotic and full of a challenge wrapped in command. My breath caught in my throat, and my cock was fully hard now, straining against my zipper.
I licked his thumb, sassy and dirty all at once. “And here I thought you wanted professional distance. Make up your mind, boss.”
Viktor folded his arms and stood there unmoving. His bulge twitched visibly in his trousers. “Focus on what is in front of you, Lennox. Or I will make you.”