Page 48 of Dancing With Desire

He backs me to the wall, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “I just don’t want to hold back.”

He kisses me, making my toes curl. “They’re in the basement. It’s self-contained,” he whispers, pressing his erection to my thigh. “Now, strip.”

DMITRY

Beinginside Tori is the only time I feel truly relaxed. We’re both slick with sweat as I drag a second orgasm from her before joining her, shuddering as I come. I slide down her body, placing gentle kisses until my mouth is pressed to her stomach. “He’s growing,” I whisper against her skin.

“Or she,” she corrects, running her fingers through my hair.

“Are you happy, Tori?” I ask, and she stills at the use of her shortened name.

“Are you?” she asks, sounding worried.

“Happier than I’ve ever been.”

She relaxes and continues to stroke my hair. “I am happy, Dmitry. What you’ve just done for Poppy and the way you’re letting me in, it means so much.”

I brace my hands either side of her head and stare down at her. “Tonight might be difficult until I’ve spoken to the men.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you need to trust me. The women may be standoffish,” I explain. “Until they know our situation, they won’t trust you.”

“Okay.”

“And the men, they will be a little like my father.”

She groans. “Great.”

“Until they know about our wedding and the baby.”

“So, just tell them outright,” she mutters.

I smile, loving how innocent she is. “It will all be fine, but you have to be on your best behaviour, Victoria.” She eyes me, and I offer a small smile. “No crazy antics.”

“I was cleared of the crazy, remember?”

I grin. “There’s no place for jealousy tonight.”

She leans up, kissing me softly. “Then don’t give me any reason to act crazy jealous.”

Victoria fidgets beside me,and I take her hand. “Stop,” I whisper.

“Are you sure this dress is okay? I feel like a common whore.”

I smirk, glancing at the white summer dress. “You look virginal. I love it.”

The security on the door gives a nod as we arrive. Inside, we’re greeted warmly by the maître d’, who takes us through the restaurant to a private room out the back. Our families havebeen coming to this Greek island for many years. The restaurant is a firm favourite, where we won’t be interrupted, and there’s a room attached to the private one where the men can talk business.

We step inside, and everyone stands, bowing their heads as we enter. The men step forward, shaking my hand, but the women remain silent, casting their eyes only briefly over my chosen date.

We move to the head of the table, and I take what would be my father’s seat, pulling out the one beside me for Victoria. Once we’re both seated, everyone else sits. Without my father here, I am the head of the table this evening.

“My father is unable to make it,” I announce. “I’ll go into details after we have eaten, but for now, I’d like to introduce you to Victoria.”

There are a few grunts sent our way, but I pay no attention, giving Marshall the nod to leave the room.

The meal passes smoothly. We mainly talk about golf, and a few of the women speak about their children. Nobody asks Victoria anything, which is standard because they don’t know her. When the meal is over, I push my chair back and stand. “Gentlemen, let’s move to the next room.”

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