The Russian's Assertive Lover (The Tonov Triplets Series Book 2) by Ivy Iverson

her in for a kiss. 
    Courtney unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him, her hands exploring the muscles she already knew so well. He gasped at her touch and kissed her even harder. She let him undress her, losing herself to his touch.
    Pulling her to him, he buried his head against her chest as her hands roamed over his body. He felt so strong, so powerful, as his muscles rippled in response to her touch. Lifting his head, she kissed him all over his face, as he moaned. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she straddled his body, as she nibbled on his lower lip. Mimicking the way he sucks on her, she slowly drew it into her mouth and sucked on it gently, as he groaned.
    “What you do to me,” he told her, as he flipped her onto her back and threw her legs over his shoulders. Entering her swiftly, he kept eye contact with her as he plunged in and out. Every time she would start to close her eyes, he would pause and wait until she opened them again before continuing.
    As Courtney began to pant, he sped up, as he felt her body shake in anticipation and need. He loved how he could arouse her with his touch. With a cry, she began to come as her muscles clenched tightly around his cock. Groaning, it became increasingly difficult for him to move as she clutched at him. His own orgasm crept up on him, as he shuddered, trying not to collapse on top of her.
    Fifteen minutes later, they were lying on the couch, their legs tangled together. Courtney smiled up at him. “So I'm definitely not one of your flings, then?” she asked.
    He kissed her, smiling, “Not in a million years would I ever use you as a fling.”
    They lay there silent for a few more minutes as Courtney traced the scars on his chest. “So what happened?” she asked.
    “Hmm?” he asked, already sounding drowsy.
    “Where did you get these scars?”
    He brushed her hand aside and sat up. “Nowhere,” he said.
    “Come on,” Courtney said, putting her arms around his waist only to have them brushed away. “I was just curious.”
    “Yes, well, don’t be,” he snapped, getting to his feet.
    “Hey,” she said, rising as well. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push a button.”
    “Why did you have to ask?”
    “I just thought…”
    Nik gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the pain that rose within him. Every scar tingled and burned. “You want to know how my dad beat me if I didn't come home with enough money? Do you want to know how I earned it and what I had to do to survive? Do you want to know what my bosses did to me for their amusement? Is that what you want to know?” His voice had risen to a shout and Courtney took a step back, her own anger rising.
    “I just asked a simple question,” she said. “You don't have to be so fucking rude about it!”
    “Well, what do you want to know, Courtney?” he asked, still shouting.
    “Nikolay, I didn’t mean anything. If you didn’t want to talk about you, you only had to say so. You didn’t have to get so upset. We all have things in our past that we would like to stay --”
    “You have no right to ask me about that,” he interrupted. “Dimitri was right. I can’t trust you. I can’t trust anyone!”
    “Fine!” She grabbed her shoes and clothes off the floor and unlocked the door. “I don't give a shit anyway.”
    “Get out!” he shouted.
    “No wonder you've never had a girlfriend, Tonov. You have a major case of trust issues.”
    “Like you're one to talk.”
    Courtney stormed out of there, tears streaming down her face. It was what she deserved, getting involved with her boss like that. She should have known it was going to end badly. She just didn't think it was going to be that badly and over that. He could have just said he didn't want to talk about it. It wasn't like she didn't have secrets.
    She barely allowed herself the time to grab her things before she left. Courtney got into her car and drove off, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe that had just happened. So much