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“Fucking say it.”

He pulls at my hair, tugging the roots away from the scalp, but I can’t get enough. I love how filthy he’s making me feel. How unhinged.

“Say. It!”

He slams into me over and over again until his name rips from my throat in a long, mangled roar and I collapse onto his chest from exhaustion.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“Doc.”

Consistent, dull pounding wakes me every day. Today is no different. It is just the location of the thud, thud, thud that’s changed. My head is demanding more sleep, but the throbbing pulse is several inches lower than my temples.

It is between my legs, and the delicious ache rushes memories of the event I was undertaking before I collapsed from exhaustion to the forefront of my mind.

Touching.

Groping.

More orgasms than I can count.

I consummated my vows as if they were legitimate instead of the arrangement they are.

I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. I knew my heart wouldn’t survive a second in Maksim’s presence, so why did I expect anything different from my body? I guess I could excuse it on the fact my body usually demands less. It is the vessel of my heart and brain. It never gets a say in any decisions I make.

I can’t say that anymore.

It wanted Maksim almost as much as my heart did.

My tongue briefly skims over a delicious salty palette when I wet my lips. It is only the quickest sample, but it heightens my senses as rapidly as the fullness between my legs grows.

I open my eyes before snapping them shut again.

They were barely open for a second, but it was long enough to announce to Maksim that I am awake. His cock—that is still inside me—thickens as he brushes off a strand of hair that fell across my eye.

“I’d let you continue sleeping if I could, Doc.”

As his gravelly tone brings me out of my zombie state, the horror of the situation smacks into me.

I fell asleep on him after he awarded me the best sex of my life.

Was it before he came?

After?

Did I drool on him?

When I inch back, too horrified by the possibility not to check, Maksim’s groan rolls through me. “Easy. If you want me to keep my word to Zoya, you need to quit wiggling. A man can only take so much teasing.”

Confusion rolls through me. “Zoya is here?”

I stop scanning the living room of Maksim’s suite when his growl announces he wouldn’t even allow my best friend to see me in such a compromising position. I’m somewhat dressed. My skirt is just now a belt, and my bra is a midriff top.

“No. Zoya messaged your phone not long after you crashed.” He nudges his head to my phone, which is dumped on a side table next to the sofa we got freaky on. “I messaged her back so she wouldn’t worry.”

I gulp hard when I notice the time on my phone.

I napped for more than a few minutes.

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