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“No,” I say and dislodge his hold on me. He frowns as I shift until I’m at the foot of the bed and I’m pushing him down where I was lying previously. “I want to taste you.”

He grins lazily and winds his arms behind his head like he’s a god relaxing before his realm. “Who am I to deny a lady of what she wants?”

“You told me to take what I want, so here I am.” I climb on top of him and kiss my way down his body like he did to me. A shiver of pleasure races through me each time his breath hitches or his body twitches under my ministrations. I kneel betweenhis thighs and I don’t even have to ask. He reaches down and gathers my hair in one fist, stroking my cheek with the other.

His cock juts out, a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. I flick my tongue out to lap it up and Nikolai’s hips buck. Encouraged, I suck the head into my mouth before I pull back and spit down the length of him. I give him a few strokes and peek at him through my lashes. His eyes are zeroed in on my every move, hazy with desire.

I swirl my tongue around the tip before I pull him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he groans, and his grip tightens in my hair. I hum around him as he hits the back of my throat. When I push him just a little too far, I pull back and catch my breath while I twist my fist around him. “That’s it,” he says. “You make me feel so fucking good.”

I alternate between stroking him and fucking him with my mouth until his muscles start to go taut and he pulls on my hair more insistently.

“I don’t want to come yet,” he says, pulling me off him. I release him with apopand lick my lips. He tugs me up his body until we’re chest to chest. I melt into him, letting his warmth seep into my bones. He slams his lips to mine, more desperate than he was before.

In one smooth, quick motion, he flips us until he rests his elbows on either side of my head. I snake a hand between our bodies and line him up to my core. We kiss as he slides in slowly, carefully. I moan into his mouth and cling to his waist. His muscles ripple beneath my touch as he starts to thrust back and forth.

He breaks the kiss and stares down at me, his hair dangling down and I brush it behind his ears. “I love you.”

“Say it again,” I whisper.

His face shines with the words as he slides into me again. “I love you, Jane. I’ll spend the rest of my life saying it over and over and over again.” He kisses me again. “I love you.” Another kiss, this time on my forehead. “I love you.” One on my neck. “I love you.”

I pull his hips deeper, nails digging into them, as I fall under the spell of his movement and his words.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that from you.”

“I’ll never get tired of telling you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

38

JANE

The next morning, I call Arun and ask him if it’s possible to have a full-time position with his team. I’m tired of waiting around for him to come to me. Nikolai told me if I want something, I need to take it. The old me would’ve, and I’m finding my way back to her, one step at a time.

Arun is surprised that I even ask. He was under the assumption that I would be transitioning to his team full time and was already in the process of doing so. And in a way, I definitely have. I already have a roster of clients and have integrated into his team.

When we hang up, I feel like a second weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Two in twenty-four hours. I’m on a roll.

Nikolai left for the studio this morning with promises to pick up dinner for us on the way home. Sleeping in his bed, curled up in his arms last night, felt like coming home.

I can’t wait for him to get home and share the news. This also means I need to talk to Chester and turn in my resignation. I don’t think he’ll be surprised, but also I doubt he’s been paying close enough attention to how unhappy I was at the firm over the last couple of years.

I patter into the kitchen in search of something to make for lunch when my phone buzzes in my back pocket. As I open the fridge and sift around, I pull it out and blindly hit accept. “Hello?”

“Jane.” Chester’s stern voice greets me. “Are you busy at the moment?”

I straighten up immediately, surprised he’s calling me. “No, I’m available.”

“Good. Can you come into the office as soon as possible?”

“Boston?” I sputter. “I’m back in LA, sir.”

“Yes, I’m aware. I’m at the expansion office. You have the address, correct?”

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