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I turn my head.

Dmitri is on the opposite bench, eyes closed, chest rising, a faint smile like the snowball fight never ended.

I can’t tell him now.

I let the heat hold me. I let my body have this one clean minute of being only his.

Outside, winter keeps falling. Inside, I am full of my Master’s thick, plentiful cum.

We don’t need words, we are comfortable in the silence.

I will tell Dmitri everything. But only when the moment is right…

Dinner is too beautiful for the conversation I am about to ruin.

The penthouse table could seat a war and tonight it seats two…

Candlelight. Wine I barely touch. Food that Hardy plated like a painting.

Dmitri eats the way he does everything. Without hurry. Without waste. It feels comforting to be around a man who has this level of total control over everything. My submission to him should surprise me, but when I see him like this I know it was the most natural thing I could ever have done.

I look beyond the dining table. In the living area, Hardy stands with an iPad, thumb moving, face unreadable.

“Does he have a role in the business?” I ask. “Or is he only this?”

Dmitri follows my gaze. “Hardy is a man of many talents. Most of them will remain hidden.”

Frustration pricks. I am in his bed, his spa, his war at the edges, and still there are locked rooms I cannot enter.

Dmitri sees my frustration. Of course he sees it. “If you expect me to open,” he says, “you take the first step.”

The wineglass stops halfway to my mouth.

Now. It must be now.

If I wait for a prettier moment I will wait until Zane burns me.

“A man called Zane got me the trial at Keller’s,” I say. Dmitri’s fork stills. “In exchange I was supposed to give him information. Club members. The real list. Who comes when, driver details, anything that could help track or trace a man.”

I see a flash in his eyes.

Suspicion, sharp and clean.

My stomach drops.

“But, please, you can trust me. Our relationship has changed,” I say, fast. “When I pass Zane the file, I omit you. All of you. Your name. Your hours. Anything that points here. He gets enough to think I upheld my side. He does not get you.”

Dmitri looks at me for a long time. The city does its glittering lie in the glass behind him. I see him consider something, but I get there first...

“You think Zane has a connection to the Lucci.”

“I am not sure,” he says. “There may be a way to find out.”

My pulse kicks. “I’m loyal to you now,” I say. “As far as I’m concerned, Zane is a business contact. Nothing else.”

I need it to be true. Saying it helps.

Almost like he senses a need for privacy, Hardy sets the iPad down, murmurs something about the lower floor, and leaves for his quarters.