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He chuckled. What kind of question was that? Seemed out of nowhere.Everyonein America called him Niko—did she not like his nickname?
“You can call me Sasha, if you want. It’s my nickname in Russia.” He paused. “But what’s wrong with Niko?”
“Niko’s alright,” she said with an innocent dip of her shoulder. “But it feels kinda weird calling a guy by his last name when we’re about to kiss.” She stared into his eyes. “Or should we stick with Niko?”
Okay, yeah. Fuck this. I’m in,Niko thought.
“No. Call me Sasha,” he said, and the last bit of willpower keeping him in check finally crumbled and fell. Free to act on his animal urges, he leaned in, and the space between them quickly vanished.
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Paulina
It was easy to see why Niko—no, he was Sasha now—was so popular among his teammates. He was interesting and hilarious and the fact that every off-the-wall thing he came up with was spoken in that Russian accent made him all the more lovable.
And maybe best of all? He was incredibly generous and sweet, too. Why else would he come out of his way to help her with a late night project and stay all through the early morning hours? It certainly wasn’t because he was trying to get laid, like the girls had jokingly implied—that much was obvious,because if scoring with her was his goal, he’d done aterriblejob at it. Not that she didn’t want it—oh, no, quite the opposite.
All he had to do was make a move on Paulina, and she’d be his.
Did he not realize that?
Did he not realize what she’d meant when she made her offer—“I’ll do anything you want!”—if he didn’t push her out in the rain?
Which sheknewhe’d never, ever do, by the way. A sweet guy like Sasha didn’t have it in him to do something cruel like that. Still, she liked the rather rough way he handled her—shoving her around, making her feel powerless, holding her against her will. He might not have pushed her out in the rain, but he’d still made her soaking wet. No one had ever brought that side of her out before; then again, no one had ever tried. It came as a deliciously naughty surprise.
For as much as the girls talked about Sasha being a player, though, she was beginning to think he’dneverkiss her. Which would be a real shame after their night together. After hours of stolen glances, light touches, and low-key flirting, her insides throbbed with desire. He’d earned his kiss, but sheneededit.
But there he was, looking like he was ready to ravage her one moment, then the very next looking like he wanted to speed off into the night without even giving her a simple goodnight kiss. Paulina had to dosomething,because if she didn’t play her cards now, she might always regret it.
“Niko’s alright. But it feels kinda weird calling a guy by his last name when we’re about to kiss,” she said, partly cringing at herself. She’d never thrown herself at a guy—normally, she thoughtthe manshould be the one to make all the moves—but then she’d never met anyone like Sasha before, either. That didn’t make the prospect of rejection any easier, though. As soon as she said it, her skin crawled. What if her initial fears were right—that he wanted nothing to do with a simple farm girl?Ugh. I’d feel so dumb and embarrassed!“Or should we stick with Niko?” she asked, giving them both an out.
“No,” he growled, and his hungry eyes began to glow, like a wolf. “Call me Sasha.”
He urgently descended upon her in an instant in the cab of Jax’s truck, as if he’d been holding himself back all night long. Cradling the back of her head with his massive hand, Sasha pulled her closer and claimed her mouth.
Her lips yielded to his, juicy and supple and hot.
At last!she thought, fireworks bursting in her heart as their lips locked, and all her doubts went up in flames.
“Paulina,” he growled before he put his full set of lips to perfect use and deepened their kiss. His tongue gently swept the curve of her lip, searching for hers. Their tongues mated with an electric slither, and his fresh scent and salty taste filled her senses.
“Yes, Sasha?” she whispered back, trying on his new name. She liked it. It felt more intimate.
His hand slithered up and down her side, making her flesh tingle and her hairs stand on end. She leaned into his touch, telling him to take more. His big hand reached into her sweater and crept up her belly. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he grumbled happily when her bare breast filled his cupped hand.
“I want you so bad,” he said, his voice hoarse and his accent thick. He grabbed and squeezed her tits, tugging her nipples into tender and tight points.
“I can tell,” she giggled, eyeing his tented shorts. “Lucky for you, I still owe you.”
“Hm?”
“I said I’d do anything you wanted, remember?” She walked her hand across his lap and draped her fingers delicately over the protruding bulge in his shorts. “So … what will it be?”
He quietly groaned, his face awash with pleasure, as her fingers teased his stiffness. “Paulina …”
She leaned forward, kissed his neck, and tightened her grip around his dick. Slowly, she began to tug his thick bulge up and down, up and down.
A vulnerable groan escaped him. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Wait. We can’t … not in Big Rig’s truck …”
