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She cries out, and I thrust my hips deep, holding myself there as she quivers around me, her body trembling from the inside out as I kiss my way down her jaw, her neck, to the flutter point at the base of her throat.

Against my lips, her pulse races as she rides the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Alexei, I...” She sobs and laughs, and then she tilts her hips up, and I find a new depth to her that is my undoing.

The soft, clutching squeeze of her pussy around my cock is suddenly more than I can bear.

She sees it, too.

“Are you going to…” She wraps her legs around me, squeezing me tight, leaving no doubt about where she wants my release.

I moan her name, probably too loud, but I can’t stop myself as my hips snap hard. “Coming inside you, fuck, going to fill you up. Take it all.”

My vision blurs, and then goes dark. I fall heavier on top of her, pressing my face into her neck. My cock burrows deep, pulsing as my balls release so much pent-up need.

And I stay there, inside her, moya polovinka, until she’s milked every last drop.

Even when I roll onto my back, I plaster her against me. I can’t get enough of our skin to skin contact.

Her face is pink, and she’s flushed everywhere, down onto her chest under the ripped jersey.

As if she can tell I’m cataloguing all the ways I’ve messed her up, she presses her hand to her cheek, then tries to smooth her hair.

“You’ve never been more beautiful,” I say, and I mean it.

The beaming smile she gives me only adds to that beauty.

As her breathing settles, I trail my fingers under the jersey, up and down her spine, and nuzzle against her cheek.

“You feel so good,” I whisper against her damp skin. God, I just want to hold her tight. Hold her close. Hold her endlessly. “Never want to forget this moment. I love you.”

She goes very still.

“You don’t have to say it back.” My heart speeds up, pounding against my ribcage. “It just slipped out. But it’s true. And…you deserve to know that you are loved.”

“Alexei…” She twists onto her side and pushes the jersey down, covering her body. “I need to leave next week.”

CHAPTER40

EMERY

As soon as I’ve said it, I know it’s the wrong moment to break the news to him.

He slides away from me and wraps himself in the bedsheet. “What do you mean?”

I explain about the email, my voice wavering as he stays silent the whole time, his expression unreadable.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I am telling you.”

He nods sharply. “And what we just did? What was that? A parting gift?”

My spine snaps straight and I scramble off the bed, his jersey falling to my knees. I ignore the slide of his seed down the inside of my thighs. “You think I gave you my virginity as apresent?Like,see you later?”

His throat works for a long silent pause before he finally grinds out, “It’s hard not to think that, yes.”

All the air whooshes out of me in a shocked gasp.

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