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“Yes,” I responded beaming at her.

“I want you,” Irina whispered as she pulled her feet up and pushed her hips out.

Moving closer I grabbed her butt and sank my head into her pussy. Irina screamed with pleasure as I nibbled her clitoris. I pulled back and rose to my feet.

“Now,” I said seductively as I moved to her side. “There is some unfinished business to take care of first my lady.” I bent down and kissed her hard.

“Unfinished business?” she asked through heavy breaths. There was evident confusion visible on her face.

“Yes,” I said pulling at her nipples.

Between her groaning Irina asked, “What business?”

I walked back to the bottom of the bed and stepped out of my briefs. Pushing her legs apart again I lowered my body to hers. My dick throbbed between her legs, and she moaned in my ear.

“You are staying with me in Miami, right?” I asked softly as I moved slowly between her legs.

Irina smiled up at me, “Yes, Sergei, yes, I will stay with you.” she said between heavy breaths.

“Well then,” I huffed at her as I slowly lifted myself to position myself correctly. “We’re leaving tomorrow,” I added as I filled her pussy with my throbbing dick.

Irina softly bit my ear as I lowered myself onto her and moved in and out quickly. She let out a scream of pleasure as she climaxed. Our breathing was both heavy and irregular as I filled her.

I reached up and pulled her hands from the straps. Our sweaty bodies slid as I moved. Irina wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips as I lifted over her. Grabbing her butt with one hand, I pushed up from the bed and stood up holding her in my arm.

She laid her head on my shoulder as her breathing started to regulate. I carried her back to our room and opened the shower. It was late and we had a lot to get done tomorrow before our flight. I felt pleased that she had agreed, and our fighting was over.

After showering, we headed to bed. I fell asleep within seconds, at peace with her in my arms.

Chapter 20 - Irina

Staring at the earth passing by below us through the window, I found my thoughts sneaking back to last night. I giggled as my cheeks heated up thinking about his soft touch. My mind lingered on the feathers and the straps.

He had a wild side that I apparently knew very little about. His touch wasn’t the only thing I enjoyed.

I glanced at Sergei who was talking to one of the guards. I could get addicted to this man I thought, licking my lips. He kept surprising me and last night, well, it was something I would never have considered. But to be honest with myself, I enjoyed it very much and would love to try it again.

Pushing my hair back from my face, I thought I would like to see what else he had in that room. Leaving after finding out there is more to the house and to him I didn’t know, made me sad.

Sergei turned and walked back to where I was waiting. Something in his composure had changed since we left his home. He seemed upset or on edge. I just couldn’t put my finger on the cause. It may be due to all that transpired in Miami before, but I couldn’t be sure. It may even be due to something completely unrelated.

I smiled at him as he sat and held out his hand. Placing my hand in his, I leaned closer. “Is everything okay, Sergei?” I asked.

He gave me a tight smile and nodded, “Sure,” he replied stiffly. Sergei stared at the guards, but he appeared to be in another dimension as his eyes hazed over.

“You seem a million miles away,” I add, squeezing his hand lightly. “You sure you are fine?”

Sergei turned and looked at me. “Yeah,” he mumbled under his breath. “It’s nothing to worry your pretty mind with.” He leaned closer and left a warm kiss on my cheek. “You want something to drink?” he asked as he stood.

“Sure,” I replied as I sent him an air kiss.

Sergei imitated catching it and put his fingers to his mouth before sending me one in return. His smile seemed warmer as he turned and headed to the drink station at the back. He returned shortly with two glasses. As he handed me one, I noticed the veins in his neck bulging.

Something was upsetting him. He was tense and angry, and I had to know why. “Sergei,” I whispered as he sat down. “Please talk to me.”

He took a sip from his glass before glancing my way. “It’s really nothing.” He tried to assure me, but I saw the doubt flickering in his eyes.

“Sergei, I’m here for you. Talk to me.” I said leaning closer. “Even if I can’t help, I can listen,” I said, caressing his cheek and pushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

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