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“Oh, hell...Prosto tak. Ty tak khorosho menya prinimayesh’, krasavitsa..” (Just like that. You’re taking me so good, beautiful.)

My balls coil the harder I pump into her warm mouth. But as much as I want to see my cum dripping from those skilled lips, the need to be inside her wins out. Pulling back, my cock pops out of her mouth, and she looks up at me like a goddess.

“Come here,” I say as I take her hand and help her up, then step behind her as I loosen her hair until it tumbles down her back. “I want you to know that I never thought of you this way before now. And I don’t regret that.”

“I know,” she whispers, tilting her head as I run my lips against the curve of her neck. “But you’re mine now.”

“I know,” she says again, voice breaking on a whimper as I slide my fingers between the seam of her wet little cunt.

“All this for me.” I walk us to the couch and sit with her in my lap, thighs spread wide over mine, and my cock at her entrance. “Take your time,” I murmur into her ear as she slides down my shaft.

“Mikhail...fuck,” she moans and lets her head fall back onto my shoulder as I stretch her open, inch by inch. Her chest is heaving, mouth parted when I bottom out and grip her hips.

“Ride what’s yours, baby. You take care of me, and I take care of you.” Reaching around her pelvis, I find her swollen clit and stroke until she’s crying in my lap. “Krasivaya devushka, you were made for me. This sweet pussy was made for me.” (Pretty girl.)

“I know...” she repeats for the third time, and I can’t help but laugh.

We’re riding a high together, finding the perfect rhythm as I thrust and she bounces. The moment is surreal as we tip over the edge, and I hold her tightly against my chest.

Coming home has a new meaning as the sound of my name flees her lips when she breaks.

CHAPTER 6

LEAH

Two weeks later

“Hold it, please!”

I sprint toward the elevator as fast as I can manage with a tray of two milkshakes and a bag of the best greasy burgers in Dallas. A guy who looks to be my age does me a solid and slips his foot through the closing doors, forcing them back open.

“Thank you,” I say with a smile.

“Sure thing. Bringing the boss some lunch?”

“Something like that.” I’m also bringing dessert, but he doesn’t need to know that it’s in the form of me living out an office fantasy on my knees and behind the boss’s desk.

It’s been two weeks of utter bliss with Mikhail. We’ve kept our relationship under wraps for obvious reasons, but eventually, our families will have to accept that we belong together. I’m tired of lying and sneaking around. I’m too old for this bullshit, and so is he.

When the elevator doors slide open, I exit and smile at the kind stranger on my way out. A redhead with the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen sits behind a desk. She side-eyes my heels and pencil skirt, then lifts her gaze to my low-cut blouse, probably wondering whether I’m an employee even though we’ve never met.

“Name?” she asks, without so much as a greeting.

Rude.

“I’m here to see Mikhail Petrov.”

She arches an eyebrow and feigns an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Petrov has no visitors on his schedule today.”

“That’s okay.” I shrug.

“No, you don’t understand. He can’t see you if you don’t have an appointment.”

“I don’t need one, Heather. When I rolled out of his bed this morning, I told him I’d be by for lunch.”

Now those eyebrows nearly hit her hairline. “I’ll let him know you’re here.”

I flash her my most cynical smile and continue down the hall. “No need. I can find it.”

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