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“Oh, I’m fucking starving. Just not for Chinese. Please don’t stop.”
Her eyes don’t leave mine as she unfastens and lowers her jeans, revealing tiny, lacy panties that match the bra. My dick strains against my jeans as my gaze roams over her body. I’m overwhelmed with conflicting urges—to keep looking, to touch her bare skin, to kiss her in places that will make her moan.
Instead, I stand up and pull my own shirt up and off. Mia’s gaze turns sultry as I step closer, putting my hands back around her waist. This time, though, I feel the soft lace of her panties and the smooth warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips.
She puts a palm on my chest, running her fingers across the dark blond hair on my chest and down to my abs. A shiver passes through me. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched this way. And for the dry spell to be broken by Mia is fucking incredible.
“Bedroom,” I murmur.
She leads the way to a tiny room, my gaze locked on her round, perfect ass the entire way. I take off my pants in two seconds flat and kiss her, putting a knee on the bed and a hand on her back as she lies down on the mattress.
I unclasp her bra, releasing her firm, flawless breasts. The little noises she makes as I run my fingertips and the tip of my tongue over her nipples threaten to unravel my control.
It’s so fucking good. My mind and body are at war, though—my mind wanting to go slow and savor every second, and my body fucking desperate for more, more, more.
She slides her nails over my scalp, her fingers raking through my hair, and when she tugs, I give in to my body. I ease her panties off, and just her scent makes my cock throb with desire.
But she’s not ready for sex, so tonight my mouth gets to have all the fun. I kiss her stomach and thighs, making her whimper and spread her legs wider.
She’s a goddess. Her long, caramel legs are sculpted and smooth, her stomach soft and feminine. Her pussy is bare, with nothing but wetness on it. I run my tongue along her seam and she lets out a strangled cry of pleasure.
I should toy with her for a little bit, but I’ve waited too fucking long for this. So instead, I feast. She’s soaked and writhing, and begging for more.
I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to pussy heaven. I could spend hours bringing her to the edge and back if she keeps moaning and bucking her hips like that.
But then I’m shocked when she wriggles away and presses my chest until I fall back on the bed. She tears my underwear off in no time and then turns around and climbs on top of me, her pussy now just inches from my mouth.
Sixty-nine. Thank Sweet Baby Jesus, I’m with a woman who’s initiating the sixty-nine position. Mia is sexy as fuck, and as she teases the tip of my cock and then deep throats me, I groan hard, already feeling like my dick’s about to shoot into her throat with the force of a fire hose.
Focus. Fucking focus, Petrov. I return my attention to her clit, licking and sucking as she bobs up and down on my cock like she’s lost in a desert and there’s water in the base.
Thank fuck, I get her off first. Her legs shudder and there’s a gush of her juices into my mouth as she practically screams, the vibrations setting me off and making me come, too.
It’s the longest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever had. It just goes on and on, Mia sucking me dry until we both collapse onto the bed.
“Holy shit,” I say breathlessly.
She turns around and curls up next to me and I pull her close.
“Wow,” she says softly. “So we’re definitely compatible in bed.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Fuck yeah, we are. I hope you don’t actually want to eat that Chinese food, ‘cause we’re gonna be here for a while.”
“Perfect. I’ve waited a long time for this.”
“Me too, babe.”
More than three years, to be exact. That’s how long it’s been since I felt myself falling hard for my teammate’s wife. But back then, I never thought anything would ever happen between us.
Mia was well worth the waiting and wondering, though. I’d do it all over again, ten times if I had to, for her.
I can’t wait very long before my hands start exploring her body again. Tonight I plan to show her that I was worth the wait, too.Chapter Twenty-ThreeMiaI keep my head down on the walk from a bakery back to Anton’s apartment. The photographer following me isn’t as stealthy as he seems to think.
These are the photos they like best—me coming in or out of his building, or the two of us out together. The reporter stopped approaching me after I declined to comment four days in a row, but the photographer is still hanging around.
