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him.
    “Actually,” Sergei drawls, answering the server in English, “we’ll have dessert back home tonight.”
     
     

 
     
     
    The car service back to Sergei’s house feels interminable. He keeps his thick hand planted firmly beneath my butt, squeezing it when I least expect it, pressing his thumb up against my clit. I bite down hard on my tongue, but can’t help a few gasps from escaping. What is it that this man does to me? His devilish tongue, his sturdy muscles, his mischievous grin, and then that rock-hard cock, straining in outline against his jeans . . . I can’t get enough of him.
    When finally we reach his place, he slings me up over his shoulder like I’m light as paper. I shriek in surprise and nearly drop hold of my purse. Fuck. The last thing I need is my phone to go spilling out. I try to zip my purse shut while my head and hands are dangling somewhere near his chiseled ass—no mean feat. My face must be bright purple from all the blood rushing toward it. He unlocks the townhouse and hauls me up three flights of stairs to the sprawling master suite.
    “Wow, you actually have some furniture this time.” I try to applaud, but it’s not easy in my position. “I’m impressed.”
    “Gotta look like a respectable man for you.” He slides me down in his arms and nestles me in the downy sheets of his heavy wooden sleigh bed. The room is otherwise pretty empty, but priorities, right?
    I hook my fingers through the belt loop of his jeans and pull him toward the edge of his bed. “Maybe I don’t want ‘respectable’ right now.” I undo the buckle of his belt and unzip his fly, shivering as his thick cock juts free of his jeans.
    Sergei closes his hand around my wrist, stopping me just short of gripping his shaft. His voice is husky; his eyes, dark and liquid. “And what,” he breathes, “just is it that you want right now?”
    Time to delve into more Russian vocab we didn’t exactly practice in class. “I want you to fuck me raw.”
    Sergei growls, and shoves out of his jeans and shirt. He climbs onto the bed beside me and pins my back to his chest, pulling me into his lap. He dives one hand between my legs as the other one cups around me to knead one of my breasts through the velvety fabric of my dress. His erection prods into the small of my back, and I arch against him, aching to feel him inside me again.
    “So impatient,” Sergei whispers, as he pushes my panties to one side and probes my slick folds with his fingers. His teeth sink into the meat of my shoulder blade, bared by the cowl neck of my dress. “Your parents may be Brazilian, but you’re all American. You’ve got to learn . . . to savor.”
    I cry out as he sucks at my back while his fingers slide deeper inside of me. Oh, I’m savoring. I’m drunk on the flames that lap at me from my belly, coaxing me further and further. I can’t get enough of this filthy man and his filthy fingers and his filthy, firm cock.
    “That’s better.” Sergei pinches my clit between his fingers, eliciting a sharp cry from me. Pain and pleasure mingling together along my nerve endings. “Tell me you want it.”
    “Please,” I whisper. “Fuck me now. Please.”
    Sergei shoves me up out of his lap and forces me onto my hands and knees, my ass up into the air. I bury my face in a mass of pillows as he pushes the edge of my dress up and over my ass. “Now that,” he says, “is one lovely sight. His hand caresses my cheeks, then gives me a crisp swat.
    “Oh, shit.” I clamp my teeth on a mouthful of pillow. “Please, Sergei. I’m ready. Fuck me now.”
    I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper as he tears it open and slips one on. He says something in Russian that I don’t understand—so quiet, it could almost be a prayer—then teases his head against my slick lips. Braces both hands on my hipbones. Slides one around to stroke my clit.
    Then thrusts himself all the way inside of me.
    I groan into the pillows as every inch of him