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I am digging my fingers into his arm, holding onto him as my legs weaken even more and my entire body begins to shudder.

The orgasm slams into me and rolls through me—over and over again—until I can barely breathe.

He goes rigid inside me and thrusts into me one last time before I feel him relax against me.

He drops his hand from my mouth and I am already grinning.

I will never get over how incredible he feels inside me.

It’s as though he was made perfectly for me.

Chapter 21 - Oleg

Raisa walks into my home office. It’s late morning and she’s been tucked away in her study corner up until now.

She walks straight to my chair, spins me to face her and then climbs onto my lap. I chuckle and wrap my arms around her as she snuggles against me.

“I had an idea,” she says, looking up at me.

“Oh, you did—did you—what idea was that?”

“I think it’s time for another date,” she grins.

“Do you want me to book us a restaurant?” I ask, threading my fingers through her hair.

She rolls her eyes. “Oleg, what happened the last time you booked us a fancy restaurant?”

I laugh. “Right. Of course. I ended up having the best date I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“So, I heard that there is a fair in town here at the end of every month. Which means that there is one today and I want to go.”

“I haven’t had cotton candy in years. Do you think they’ll have any?” I reply.

“There is only one way to find out.”

She scoots off my lap and rushes out of the room to get ready before I can say anything else. I guess it is a Saturday anyway, and I’ve done plenty of work for a weekend. Besides that—to have Raisa back—her accepting me again—it is everything I could have asked for and I want to spend every minute I can with her.

I close the file I’m working on, saving it to finish later.

When I step out of my office into the hallway, Raisa runs out of her bedroom, dressed and ready to go.

She has her pink high-top sneakers on and faded light washed jeans with a white hoodie. A small blue back pack is slung over one of her shoulders.

She looks too cute for words with her high messy bun and glossed lips.

Raisa leans forward to retie her shoe lace and I notice the ruby red rose bracelet on her wrist. Immediately, my heart swells with happiness.

When she stands up, I pretend to adjust her hoodie, and see she is wearing the necklace as well.

She has properly forgiven me, and I couldn’t be happier.

I glance down at my faded black jeans. I don’t often leave the house in anything but a suite. But a fair is not the place to wear a suit—and Raisa wants to see the real me—not the business me.

I head into my room and grab a black t-shirt and a black hoodie.

I feel comfortable.

It’s nice to feel comfortable and be headed out on a date with someone special. No pretenses, no charades. Just us, enjoying each other’s company.

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