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I feel Oleg stiffen as his cock pulses inside me, groaning with pleasure as he finds his release.

We get dressed beneath the water. Grinning at each other as we pull our clothes back on before climbing out and running back towards the gym to find some towels.

Oleg wraps the towel around me before taking another for himself.

I watch him as he dries off, stripping his shorts off beneath his towel.

I do the same, stripping down and leaving my wet clothes outside.

“Come shower with me,” he says, holding his hand out. I wrap my fingers through his and follow him into the house.

My heart is thundering a thousand warnings.

But it’s too late.

I am in love.

There is no going back now.

Chapter 23 - Oleg

Raisa is sitting at the vanity, struggling to get her hair the way she wants it.

We are leaving for our date soon and she looks incredible, dressed in that pale blue long summer dress that floats around her body like water. But she is starting to grumble because her hair won’t pin up properly.

I step behind her, watching her in the mirror.

“Let me braid it,” I chuckle. For some reason, her frustration is just cute to me.

“You can braid?” She stares at me through the mirror.

“My sister taught me how to. She refused to wear any other style for about a year of her life, so I got really good at it. Hand me the brush.”

I pull her hair loose from the style she tries to put it in, then brush long strokes down her back, smoothing out the curls.

Raisa watches me intently in the mirror as I work from the top, braiding a French plait all the way down her back. She touches her hair carefully, feeling the neat twists.

Picking up the hand-held mirro,r I show her what I’ve done. “Is that ok?”

“Oleg, this is amazing. I might be going through a year of only wanting braids too now. You really are good at that.”

She stands up, finally looking pleased with her hair. “I’m ready,” she says, smiling and happy.

“Let’s get going. “

We walk out to the car together and she looks absolutely gorgeous this afternoon.

We are going to a little Turkish restaurant at the edge of town. It’s a quaint venue and the owners are an old married couple who have been running the place for what seems like their entire lives. I think his parents owned it before he took over with his wife. It’s a lovely, warm and inviting place and I know Raisa will enjoy it.

I hold the door open for Raisa as she lifts her dress and climbs into the car.

I climb into the driver’s side and we head out onto the road. The sun is already starting to set and the sky is bright with streaks of pink and orange.

Raisa reaches out and takes one of my hands off the steering wheel. She places it on her leg and smiles as she stares out of the window.

My heart thunders wildly in my chest. She has been so affectionate these last few days. I really love this side of her, the side that actually asks for me to touch her.

My phone rings loudly in my pocket and I shift to the side to pull it out, staring down at the screen. It’s my warehouse manager.

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