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"What’s on your mind,lisichka?" he responds, his eyes still closed.

"Well, funny you should ask," I purr, feeling his cock grow even harder in anticipation. "How about I suck you until you explode in my mouth."

“Boyhe moy, devochka,” He murmurs, letting a grin spread across his face. “You make me fucking crazy.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I trail my lips down his chest and abdomen, lingering over every scar and hard muscle until I finally reach his cock. I gently touch the tip with my tongue, making him wince."Blin, detka,"he groans. I have no idea what that means, but I decide to take it as an encouragement. I slowly take him into my mouth and begin to suck, feeling him grow harder and harder between my lips. He feels salty, and almost impossibly hard. “I fucking love how dirty you are,” he groans. “How could I ever stay away from you,lisichka?”

I never asked him whatlisichkameans, but I love it when he calls me that. There's just something so passionate and possessive about the way he says it that I can’t get over it. I never even realized how hot Russian can sound before I met him.

"Holy fuck," he murmurs. "Don't you fucking stop."

I grip his throbbing cock more firmly, teasing myself with every swift lick and slurp. He moans and thrusts deeper and deeper into my mouth until I’m almost choking on his rock-hard length. But that only urges me on, making my lips grip him harder and my moves hungrier. I continue to pleasure him until I feel him throb against my palate, the surge of his release building up.

"Blyad…I’m coming, Min…” He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence. He explodes into my mouth like a volcano, unleashing a torrent of hot cum down my throat. I swallow all of him with hunger, making sure not a single drop escapes me. His cock pulsates from the force of his orgasm, shooting more and more cum into my mouth until it almost spills over. But I want all of it. I don’t care if it’s dirty, I want this man more than I ever wanted anyone, and I want to savor all of him.

When his spasms subside and his body begins to cool, I collapse on top of him, placing gentle kisses on the tip of his gorgeous manhood. Our bodies lay spent on the rumpled sheets, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids. The hum of the air conditioner is drowned out by our ragged breaths. My body still aches from my recent surgery, but I'm too consumed by pleasure to care. In this moment, there is nothing else in the world except for us, tangled up in each other.

"I want you, Mindy," Maron growls, tightening his grip around my back. “I want us to work this thing out.”

“Me too,” I say quietly. Not a single question or doubt escapes my lips, even though I have a thousand swirling in my mind. I don't bother asking why he's suddenly forgiven me for hiding my pregnancy. And I certainly don't ask what he wants us to be now. I’m sure I’ll get my answers soon enough.

But I know one thing for sure. I want him just as much as he wants me, if not more. I want to be close to him, never leaving his side.

And I know I will do anything to make this work.

Chapter Fifty-One

Maron

A few weeks later

"Does this look alright?" I ask Mindy, straightening my suit.

"Better than alright," she replies with a playful smile. Her fingers lightly graze my skin as she fixes my collar. "There, perfect."

I fidget with the designer suit, feeling stifled by the luxurious material. "I’m still fucked when I have to wear a suit, you know," I grumble. "I grew up in the Bratva, not in a fucking country club."

“Well, Mr. Big Shot,” she says, her lips curling into a smirk. “Sorry to break it to you but you can’t launch your miracle medicine in jeans and a t-shirt.”

She’s right, of course. I'm so hyped for today I can hardly sit on my ass. Tonight is the night I've been working towards - the launch of my game-changing drug, Tramoxine. It's going to turn the entire mental health industry on its head. Not only that, but it will be a part of my legacy when I leave this world behind one day. It’s going to heal hundreds of millions of people, if not billions. Our calculations show that the profits will be off the fucking charts. It’s the most ambitious business project of my life, and it has me feeling like a wild animal. I'm even freakingout, which is not something I do very often. I don't think I've ever been so fucking nervous in my life.

Mindy senses my tension and gives me a reassuring smile. She steps closer, resting her hand on my arm. "You've got this, Maron," she says encouragingly. "You've worked very hard for this and you deserve all the success that's coming your way."

I plant a gentle kiss on her lips."Spasibo, lisichka."

She glances at the time. "I better start getting ready too."

"You still have an hour to go. The limo will be here at six."

I stand up and head to the bedroom to collect my stuff, but my thoughts are distracted. They keep drifting back to Mindy. I can hear the shower running, and I know she's in there, naked, wet, and fucking irresistible. My cock is hard in my Armani pants, and I wish I could just rip off the damn thing and take her from behind.

Not expecting me to be around, she walks into the bedroom naked after her shower, her towel wrapped around her head like a turban. Her skin is glistening wet and her curves are on full display. "You still here?" she asks, surprised.

I can't fucking help myself. I pull her into my arms, letting my hands roam over her lush breasts and perfect ass.

"If it wasn't for the launch, I'd pin you down and fuck you senseless right now," I growl hungrily, feeling my cock throbbing at the mere thought of being inside her.

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