Page 61 of Dmitri

I quietly enter the bathroom to see him bent over, holding his hand out under the faucet to check the water temp. “Bath salts would be nice.”

As he pours a scoopful into the water, someone knocks on the door.

“I got it,” Dmitri says. “Now get your fine ass in this tub.”

“Yes, King.” Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m smiling so cheesily right now. My actions are giving me whiplash tonight.

The bathroom smells like lavender. He even lit candles. Towels are stacked neatly on floating shelves, and there’s a basket of salts and bath bombs next to the free-standing tub. The Monarch seems more like a swanky hotel than a sex club.

Not that I’ve ever been to a sex club before.

Or stayed overnight at a swanky hotel.

Dmitri comes back holding a bowl of fresh fruit and clucks his tongue at me. “And here I thought you’d already be wet for me.”

I roll my eyes and bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling.

How is it so easy to be with this guy? Maybe it’s because I got something off my shoulders earlier telling him a little about my past. The way he just accepted it and listened shouldn’t have me feeling so at ease, but it does. He didn’t pry or judge or give me some bullshit response.

I saunter over and pluck a grape out of the bowl. “That was fast room service.”

“I’m a priority here,” he says with a big grin. “Which means you are, too.”

I hate how my heart and pussy just swooned.

“If you want me to, I’d love to feed you this fruit while you relax in the bath.”

This man is spoiling me rotten. “Are you not going to join me in here? The tub’s definitely big enough for two people.”

“I will if you want me to.”

He’s way too accommodating. As much as I want to be suspicious, playfulness takes the reins instead. I pluck a strawberry out of the bowl next and run it between my breasts, over my nipples, down past my belly button, and hold it over my pussy.

Dmitri’s gaze traces all my moves until it stops at the joining of my thighs.

“Got a sweet tooth now, big guy?”

He drops to his knees. “Fuck yeah, I do.” The man’s tongue drags over my fingers, obscenely. Then he licks the sides of my pussy before finally shoving his face into the strawberry so he can lick my sweet spot before eating the fruit out of my hand.

Sweet mother of wild heathens, he’s too sexy for his own good.

Dmitri looks up at me, chewing slowly with humor in his eyes. “I’m still hungry,” he declares on his knees.

I spread my legs a little more. “Eat some more.”

His pupils blow wide. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed thisreaction happen before with other men. Dmitri can’t hide his attraction. It’s visceral. Primal.

And it’s all for me.

My breath shudders out of me when he licks my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Before I know it, he’s lifting me up, hooking my legs under his arms, cradling my ass in his hands, and bracing my back against the tiled wall. I can’t care about falling when his tongue fucks me this good.

He nuzzles against me harder, grinding against my clit. Then, with a grunt, he repositions me enough to free one of his hands so he can finger me, too.

I’m dangling on the edge of madness, over six feet off the ground. The tub is going to overflow. Our food is getting cold.

I don’t care.

Right now, I don’t care about anything other than another release. “Harder.”

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