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Natalia nods, but neither of us moves. I can't tear my eyes away from her, drinking in every detail of her flushed face, her tousled hair.

“Or,” she suggests at last. “We could just head home.”

I immediately take her hand and make my way to say quick goodbyes. “You’re right,” I tell her. “We’ve been here long enough.”

Chapter 11 - Natalia

My heart races as Denis's large hand envelops mine, our fingers intertwined as we stand waiting at the exit. The kiss we shared moments ago still burns on my lips, sending tingles down my spine. I can't help but sneak glances at him, admiring his chiseled jawline and the way his tuxedo hugs his muscular frame.

Denis looks left and right impatiently, his gray eyes with those mesmerizing green flecks scanning for our ride. When he catches me staring, the corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk that makes my knees weak.

"See something you like?" he purrs, his deep voice sending shivers through me.

I blush and bite my lip, unsure how to respond to his teasing. Luckily, I'm saved by the arrival of our car.

Denis barks an order at the driver. "Follow in the convoy. I'll drive."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Since when does he himself?

He opens the passenger door for me, his hand on my lower back guiding me in. That simple touch ignites a furious fire within me. As I slide into the leather seat, my dress rides up slightly, exposing some of my leg. Denis's eyes darken as they roam over my body.

Once inside, he guns the engine and peels out of the driveway. The speed thrills me, matching the racing of my pulse. To distract myself from the tension crackling between us, I reach for the radio.

Suddenly, Denis grabs my hand. I gasp as he places it on the gear shift, covering it with his own. His hand dwarfs mine, rough and calloused. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight—my softer, smaller hand engulfed by his strong one.

"Denis," I breathe, unsure what I even want to say.

He turns to me, eyes smoldering with desire. Slowly, he lifts my hand and gives it a kiss before placing it back on my lap. But before he returns to driving, he gives my thigh a firm squeeze that makes me squirm in my seat.

"We’ll be home soon," he promises in a husky whisper. "Very soon."

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We screech to a halt in front of the mansion, and Denis is out of the car in a flash. He yanks open my door, practically lifting me out. I stumble, my legs shaky from how fucking turned on I was during the ride and my unquenchable desire.

"The car—" I start to say, glancing back at the still-running vehicle.

"My men will handle it," Denis growls, his arm snaking around my waist. God, he holds me so hard and so close, and it feels so damn good. He guides me swiftly up the elevator to his penthouse and through the grand foyer. My heart pounds as we climb the stairs to his study.

Once inside, he shuts the door with a decisive click. The sound makes me jump.

"Drink?" he asks, already moving toward the bar.

Is he seriously wasting time right now?

I shake my head. "No, I—"

But before I can finish, Denis is on me. His lips crash against mine, fierce and demanding. I melt into him, my hands fisting in his shirt as he walks me backward. My spine hits the edge of his desk.

"Natalia," he breathes against my mouth. "You drive me crazy."

In one fluid motion, he sweeps the items off his desk. Pens and papers, amidst heavier things clatter and bang to the floor. He lifts me onto the now-clear surface, his large hands gripping my waist.

"Is this okay?" he asks, fingers toying with my zipper.

I nod frantically. "Yes, God yes."

The dress falls to my waist as he unzips it. Denis pulls back, his gaze roaming over the curve of my neckline, down to my breasts, to my crossed legs on the edge of the desk. I shiver under the intensity of his stare and feel worried I’m not enough in comparison to the bevy of beauties at the parties he attends.

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