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But even in my dreams—all I can think about is how close she is to me.

Chapter 12 - Raisa

I sleep more peacefully than I have in a really long time.

I thought sleeping next to him would be difficult, something I struggled with, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was so comfortable and so peaceful that I just fell right asleep.

I dream about him all night, though.

Just the scent of him was intoxicating enough to filter into my dreams and all night I dreamed that he made love to me in the most beautiful ways.

In the morning, as the sun filters through the open curtains and into my pillow, pulling me awake with its warmth, I get a little fright—realizing that I am lying on his chest, my hand resting on him.

I don’t want to move too suddenly and wake him up because I am embarrassed that I ended up in that position.

Slowly, I roll away from him, onto my side, but he mumbles something in his sleep and rolls with me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling my back up against his chest.

That’s when I feel his cock.

Rock hard, pressing into me.

I swallow hard.

My body begins to tingle and heat builds between my legs. I fight the urge to arch my back and push my ass into him.

He’s asleep and there is no knowing what he is dreaming about. He might be as embarrassed to wake up and be in this position as I was to wake up sleeping on him.

I close my eyes, too nervous to move, and try desperately to go back to sleep.

I can’t, but luckily by the time he wakes up, his cock is calmer and I pretend to still be asleep to not make any of this awkward.

He rolls onto his back and stretches, groaning softly.

I roll onto my back and look over at him.

He grins at me, making my heart flutter wildly.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks.

I nod.

“I’ll make us a coffee,” he says, sitting up, throwing the blanket off himself and swinging his legs off the side of the bed. He isn’t wearing a top and his muscles are flexing as he stretches his arms over his head. I struggle to tear my eyes off him.

I’ve never woken up in the same bed as a man before. I guess I’ve never spent the night in the same bed as a man before either.

I almost don’t want him to stop cuddling me. But that’s ridiculous. I need to pull myself together. I can’t allow these kinds of thoughts.

When he is out of the bedroom and downstairs in the kitchen, I quickly get up and pull my dress on from last night. All I slept in was an oversized t-shirt from the closet. There really weren’t that many other options.

Dressed, as best as I can be, I walk into the kitchen.

Oleg hands me a creamy cup of coffee. It tastes delicious.

“Thank you, this is perfect.”

“I did pay attention. I know how you like your coffee now.” He says with a smirk.

I look down to hide my grin.

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