He disappeared into the bathroom, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to process what just happened. I'd just had the best sex of my life with a Russian mob boss who'd paid me to be here. And I wanted to do it again. I was in so much trouble.
Olek returned with a warm towel and cleaned me gently, almost reverently. Then he climbed back into bed and pulled me against his chest.
"Sleep," he said. "We're doing this again in the morning."
"Confident."
"You're still here, aren't you?" He kissed my temple. "And you're already thinking about it."
He was right. Damn him. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off, wrapped in his arms, anticipating what was coming next.
Olek
Iwoke with Katrina pressed against me, her ass nestled against my cock, and immediately knew I was fucked.
Not just because I was hard—I'd been hard off and on all night, waking every few hours to the feel of her soft body in my bed. But because even half-asleep, my first thought was how badly I needed to be inside her again.
One night. One fucking night and I was already addicted.
I traced my hand down her hip, feeling her shiver in her sleep. She was so responsive, even unconscious. My perfect, sharp-tongued girl who'd screamed my name loud enough that Mikhail had probably heard.
Good. Let him hear. Let everyone know she was mine. For ninety days at least. The thought sent a spike of something dark and possessive through my chest. Ninety days wasn't enough. Would never be enough. But I'd take what I could get and make sure she never forgot it.
My hand slipped between her thighs, finding her already wet. Christ. Even in her sleep, her body wanted me.
"Are you awake?" I asked, my voice rough.
"I am now," she mumbled, still mostly asleep.
"Good." I circled her clit slowly, feeling her start to wake up properly. "Because I need you."
"Again?"
"Always." I kissed her shoulder, breathing in that vanilla scent that was driving me insane. "Tell me no if you don't want this."
Don’t you dare. She pressed back against me, and relief flooded through me.
"Don't stop," she said.
Fuck yes.
"Lift your leg." She obeyed immediately, draping it back over my hip. She was giving herself to me. Letting me have her while she was still soft with sleep, vulnerable. Mine.
"Perfect." I positioned myself at her entrance, already slick from last night and her arousal now. "Tell me if it's too much."
Then I pushed inside. Fucking heaven. She was tight—so tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from just slamming in. Her gasp, her hand flying back to grip my hip, nearly undid me.
"Breathe," I managed. "Let me in."
She relaxed, and I sank deeper, groaning at the feel of her wrapped around me. Hot and wet and perfect.
"Fuck," we both said at once.
I started moving, slow and deep, my hand finding her clit. I wanted to savor this. Wanted to draw it out. Wanted to make her come slowly, sweetly.
But God, she felt too good. The angle like this hit something deep inside her, and I could feel her starting to tighten already.
"How are you still so tight?" I bit her shoulder, needing to mark her. "It's like your body was made for me."
