Page 25 of Frequency of Attraction

“Love it or hate it?”

She was afraid to answer.

“I need to know.”

“Love it,” she admitted. “But that’ssowrong.”

“We’re consenting adults. Nothing we do here is wrong.” He squeezed her cheek for emphasis. “Now bring me thatpizda.”

Quinn was too stunned to move. Clearly impatient, Vadim gripped her hips and positioned her over his face. She clutched the headboard in surprise. In milliseconds, his tongue was inside her and noises she’d never made before rushed from her mouth. She found herself rocking into his face, finding a rhythm that worked with his. His finger had gone back to that new place, sending dark, deep flames spiraling through her.

“God,” she moaned. Quinn could feel the edge; close enough to touch. Without ever feeling an orgasm before, she still recognized one. Nothing had felt better. Nothing could. She wanted to let go and forget and shatter. Could she? And what would happen to them, her and Vadim, when she did? And then…the ascent stalled. Quinn dropped her eyes down to the man below her. If that sight didn’t kick-start desire, nothing would. She’d gone numb. Actually numb. His tongue hadn’t stopped, but the sensation had totally changed. She fought the wave of disappointment.Merde.

“Vadim, it’s gone.”

He slowed his tongue, then stopped. “You sure I can’t help you get it back?”

The gravel in his voice sent shivers across her skin. “I’m sure.”

Like last time, he was slow in untangling himself from her body. He left a trail of Braille with his hands and mouth as he set her gently next to him on the bed.

Quinn wrapped her arms around her knees, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “I’m sorry.”

He sat up, wiping his mouth. “Don’t be.”

“What if weeks go by? Months? You’re going to get tired of this.”Of me.He could be fucking women, really fucking them, and getting much more out of the experience.

Vadim laughed softly. “I will never tire of this time with you, Quinn. Never.”

A small smile crossed her lips. If she were being honest with herself, she didn’t want him fucking other women. She wanted to come for him, and for herself. She reached a hand over to stroke his long, perfect cock. His growl tightened her nipples. She moved to settle between his knees, but he stopped her. Instead, Vadim lay back down and guided Quinn over his body, but facing his cock instead. The proverbial sixty-nine. Another first for Quinn. And as she found her groove, she realized she’d found a new favorite position. She couldn’t see his beautiful face this way, but Vadim clearly loved his view, and that he could touch her most intimate places while she brought him to a pulsing, shouting high.

Having sated him completely, Quinn collapsed on the bed next to him, wondering what the hell had gone wrong for her when the lead-up had been perfect. Vadim rolled over her, braced on his bulging arms. Nowthatwas a view she could get used to. “I had fun withta chattetonight, Quinn.” He punctuated the point by dropping down and giving her slit another long lick.

She shuddered. When was she going to come for this man?

14

As promised, Thomas drove Vadim to the DMV for his written and driving tests that Friday. He quizzed him from the handbook while Vadim stretched out in the uncomfortable plastic chair that barely supported his frame. Vadim made up answers just to fuck with him. The upside of this farce was the car he’d buy for himself after he passed.

“Pay attention, kid. Can you park in front of a blue-painted curb?” Thomas grew redder by the minute, irritated by Vadim’s inattention.

He fought a chuckle. Maybe he should go easier on his boss. “No. Blue indicates a handicap space. I’ve got this,mamushka.”

Thomas scowled. “Guess what? I have a program to run and a brand-new pilot to train. This step, silly as it seems to you, is the first domino. I scheduled your checkride with the FAA. Shit is getting real, Vadim.”

His smirk faded. The checkride was the verbal and flying test to certify him as a pilot in the States. He’d be legal, finally. Tested. If he passed. If he didn’t, he’d have to go crawling back to Spain. His space dreams would be well and truly over. “On which aircraft?”

“Tate’s plane. You’re not ready for the T-38, and Stratos is out of the question.”

He felt some relief at that. Though with all the simulations he’d been running, Vadim was most comfortable in Stratos, at least in theory. Luckily, Tate’s private jet wasn’t all that different from the aircraft he’d flown for Dante and the team. He’d just need an illegal practice run or two with Theodore, Tate’s longtime pilot.

“When?”

“Next week.”

Vadim frowned. “I can’t tell if that’s a vote of confidence or you being an asshole.”

“It’s both,” Thomas snapped.

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