Page 25 of Doctored Vows

Desire burns through me when I pretend it is Maksim’s head between my legs, lapping up my arousal, instead of the silky bottoms of my pajamas. I imagine him peering up at me occasionally because he doesn’t want to miss witnessing my face in ecstasy, but his desire to taste me returns his mouth to my pussy often. He fucks me with his mouth. Punishes me with his tongue. Then he…

“Oh… oh… oh…”

I slam my hand over my mouth to lessen my moans as shockwaves dart through me. My orgasm is long and draining. It steals the last of my energy and reminds my limbs of the blissful heaviness they were denied earlier until I fall into a peaceful slumber.

CHAPTER TEN

My hands itch to pull up the covers, to stay asleep for a few minutes more, but my grumbling stomach refuses to accept no as an answer.

It is starving, and so am I.

Its rumbles are understandable. My unexpected run-in with Maksim and his mother kept my mind occupied, so I haven’t eaten since lunchtime yesterday. Although I have an extra twenty dollars I didn’t anticipate having after check-in, it could be used on something better than the food we could get for free at breakfast.

After a leisurely stretch, I sling my eyes to my cell to calculate how long I slept. My eyes bulge when I notice it is almost eleven. It isn’t a record, but I set my alarm for ten, so why am I two minutes away from missing breakfast?

“Z!” I shriek while diving out of the bed and racing into the living room. “We’re about to miss breakfast!”

“Huh? What?” She rubs her eyes before flopping her head back onto the pillow and covering her ears with its overhang. “Why are you yelling? It’s too early to yell.”

“Breakfast! We forgot breakfast.”

With the alertness of the alarm that didn’t go off, she jackknifes into a half-seated position before gulping. “Breakfast?”

“Yes. We have two minutes.” I check my watch, grimacing when I notice how close the hour hand is to the twelve. “If that.” I throw her the denim shorts discarded haphazardly on the floor before hightailing it to the door. “I’ll meet you down there. Hopefully I can stall them.”

“Okay,” she shouts through the rapidly closing door of our suite.

I jab the elevator button multiple times. If we weren’t on the top floor of the hotel, I’d be tempted to take the stairs, but the rapid climb of the elevator closest to me saves me from an early-morning cardio session.

“Yes,” I praise when it arrives in a record-breaking three seconds.

I slip inside before selecting the button for the foyer.

The doors are almost closed when a hand darts between them, forcing them back open.

“No…”

I realize I articulated my gripe out loud when Maksim’s handsome features harden a second before he steps into the almost-empty elevator.

“Sor—”

A low rumble in his throat cuts me off.

When he spins to push the close-door button, my eyes drop to the spectacular curves of his lower back. His suit jacket is impeccably tailored and made from a thick woolen material most Russians are accustomed to, but it does little to hide the ridges and planes I pictured while bringing myself to climax.

Heated eyes steal my focus. Maksim is watching me in the brushed steel material of the elevator dashboard. He appears unappreciative of my prolonged gawk of his ass, so I try to think of something respectable to say.

When my comb through the limited supply of excuses in my head fails to yield anything decent, I shift my search to a part of my brain that rarely gets used—the personal side.

“Late brunch?” I ask when I notice he selected level two. That is where the restaurants and spa are located.

I don’t know why I’m making small talk. He is displaying clear signs that he’s disinterested in a conversation. I’m just struggling with guilt that I used his face to bring myself to climax. I either pretend he is my friend or blurt out a confession I don’t want even my best friend to know.

She’d never let me live down the fact I climaxed over a man who rejected me.

I don’t even know if I’ll get over it.

It feels like Earth circles the sun a million times before Maksim finally replies, “Hoping to still catch breakfast.”

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