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“You always spoil me.”
He smirks, kisses my temple.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Twenty
Ava
I wake up in sheets that smell like him. My thighs are sticky. My hips are sore. And my first thought isn’t where is he or what time is it. It’s God, I want him again.
The sun slices through the sheer curtains. There’s a tray next to the bed with croissants, coffee, and a fucking rose floating in a crystal glass! I sit up slowly, the ache between my legs making me wince and grin at the same time.
There’s a note under the coffee cup.
“You’ll need your strength. Don’t leave this room. - L”
I laugh out loud. The sound bouncing off the walls.
On the lounge chair next to our bed, Lev left me a silk robe that fits like it was tailored for me. I slip it on and walk to the massive windows, sipping coffee and staring at the skyline.
This can’t be real.
* * *
He shows up an hour later.
Dressed in all black, his heavy boots echoing on the marble floor. He carries three garment bags and designer shopping bags.
I blink. “You went shopping?”
He shrugs. “You didn’t have what you needed.”
He starts laying everything out on the bed: silk lingerie, sleek dresses, cashmere sweaters. A tiny velvet box with a delicate gold necklace inside it.
I’m speechless.
“Try them on,” he says. “I want to see.”
I raise an eyebrow.
He steps close and cups my jaw before giving me a deep kiss.
My knees nearly give out.
* * *
Later, Lev zips me into a black satin dress. His hands are rough, but they feel amazing on my skin. He smells so good. Feels so big and warm at my back.
His lips brush my shoulder. “First, I feed you. Then I’ll eat you.”
I swallow hard and he smirks in the mirror. Looking dashing inan expensive suit, towering over me.
* * *
Dinner is at a private suite in a luxury hotel.
No menu. Just food that appears like magic: deliciously fresh oysters, thick and tender steak, heavenly truffle pasta, and a chocolate tart that makes me moan.
