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“You can tick this off our bucket list,” he murmured.

“Tick what off?”

“Crashing on your couch for the night without any warning,” he said blithely.

When he started taking his shoes off, I realized he wasn’t joking at all, and I protested, “You don’t even fit on my couch!”

“Then shall you take the couch and I’ll take your bed?” the billionaire countered without looking up.

He was taking off his socks now, and I choked back a laugh. “Be serious.”

After setting aside his shoes and socks, he glanced up at me, murmuring silkily, “Iamserious.”

Our gazes clashed as my throat went dry.

We stared at each other.

Kick him out,I urged myself.

But instead I heard myself say, “We can share the bed—-” I saw his eyes widen, and I added hurriedly, “But we’re only going to sleep.”Shit, shit, shit. What am I saying?I looked at the billionaire, whose eyes were gleaming wickedly, and knew he was just as aware of my inner turmoil.

This was such a bad idea, but...

Every time I looked at Sergei Grachyov, he made me want to do bad things.

Chapter Five

Sergei and Fredericka

SERGEI KNOCKED ON THEdoor once. “I’m coming in.” He didn’t wait for an answer but took his time opening the door. The muffled shriek coming from the bathroom made his lips curve in amusement, and when he stepped inside he saw Fredericka frozen next to the sink, wide-eyed, a toothbrush hanging from her mouth.

“Mind if I brush my teeth next to you?”

She sputtered incoherently in answer, which the billionaire took as an affirmative since it was what suited him. Moving forward, he stopped the moment the sides of their bodies brushed and was rewarded by a muffled whimper.

Sexual inexperience had never been a turn-on for him, but with Fredericka, it had turned into an aphrodisiac. The way she reacted so quickly and powerfully to his every movement made his own body tighten in arousal, and he could only imagine how magnificently responsive she would be when he finally got to fuck her.

Beside him, Fredericka had bent down to rinse her mouth and he gazed at her lazily, admiring the elegant length of her neck. She had already changed into pajamas – white cotton with pink polka dots. His type in the past could be summed up as beautiful and shallow, the kind that he would always be able to control. But ever since meeting Fredericka—-

Practical but feminine was his new type now, the kind that wore cotton pajamas with cute pink polka dots.

“Excuse me.” Fredericka’s mumbled words drew his attention back to her, and his amusement grew when he saw how she studiously avoided his gaze.

Taking a step back to let her pass, he waited until she had taken a step forward before moving again, deliberately bumping into her.

She gasped, her gray eyes flying to him.

“Why are you so nervous,pchelka?” he teased huskily.

“I’m not,” Fredericka couldn’t help lying. In the years she had been living in her smaller-than-average apartment, she had never wished it could be bigger and more luxurious but at that moment, she did wish her apartment had more space.

More space meant she wouldn’t be constantly forced to be in close proximity with Sergei Grachyov. More space meant she wouldn’t be constantly subjected to an up-close look of the billionaire’s impressively muscular body, which was built like one of those a-hoo-shouting Spartans in300.

And most importantly of all, more space meant she wouldn’t have to constantly feel like she was inheat, with the craziest urge to tear clothes off.

His.

Hers.

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