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Is he telling me to stop?

Or asking for more?

I don’t wait to find out.

I just trace the raised flesh with my tongue, following its path down his chest. His hands tangle in my hair but don’t pull me away.

When I reach the waistband of his pants, I look up through my lashes to find him watching me with an intensity that steals my breath.

My fingers work at his belt as I whisper, “I want to taste you, too.”

A sound like pain tears from his throat as he hauls me up into a crushing kiss. “Next time,” he growls, then drives into me in one powerful thrust that has stars bursting behind my eyes.

We’re both too far gone for finesse. He takes me hard and deep, each snap of his hips pushing me higher.

My nails rake down his back as pleasure builds, threatening to overwhelm. When his thumb finds my clit, I shatter with a cry that echoes off the kitchen walls.

He follows soon after, face buried in my neck as he pulses inside me.

For a long moment, we stay tangled together, hearts racing, skin cooling.

Then I smell the smoke.

“The brownies!” I scramble off the counter, my legs still wobbly.

“Sutton, wait—” Oleg reaches for me but I’m already yanking open the oven door.

A cloud of smoke billows out, setting off the alarm. What were supposed to be fudgy chocolate squares now resemble charcoal briquettes.

I’m fumbling for an oven mitt when Oleg wraps an arm around my middle and yanks me back. “You’re naked. Are you trying to get full body burns to match mine?”

He whirls me behind him and, wading shirtless through the smoke, pulls the brownies out of the oven and dumps them in the sink, covering them with a pot lid to contain the smoke.

“Actually, I was trying to impress you with my domestic skills and I nearly burnt down your kitchen.”

I drop my face into my hands, and a second later, his arms come around me.

His bare skin is warm against mine, and he’s shaking with what I realize is a laugh.

Before I can be offended, he lifts me off the floor and carries me towards the hallway.

“I don’t care about whether you can bake, Sutton.”

“No?” I lift my eyes to his as he carries me into his bedroom, dropping me on the bed. When he grabs one of my wrists and brings it to the headboard, I see that the cuffs from our first night together are still dangling there.

As the metal clamps down, Oleg drops his lips to my ear. “You have other skills I admire way more.”

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SUTTON

My phone buzzes and I stare at Faye’s message like it might bite.Brunch + pool?!? Bring the grump!

Brunch.

In an hour.

Me and Oleg.

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