"I know," she says with a little grin. "You’re holding the second one for when I’m done with the first." She sips. I hit the higher button on the vibrator to punish her for her sass. She groans softly and hides it behind her flute of champagne.
I shut it off when the champagne is done.
“Semyon,” she pleads in my ear.
“Yeah, baby?”
She shakes her head as Polina approaches, elegant and graceful with her long blonde hair and silver gown.
We make easy chatter with Polina as she introduces us to a few more people her family knows. Anya nurses her second glass of champagne. I lean in and whisper in her ear.
“What would I feel if I put my hands between your legs right now?” I flick the button.
“Wet,” she gasps. “Hot.Need.”She’s lost the ability to speak beyond one syllable. I stifle a chuckle and embrace her.
"Baby," I murmur. "Put your head on my shoulder." She obeys without hesitation.
“Are you ready to come, Anya?”
“Mmmm.”
“Good girl. Let yourself go. Come, baby. No one’s here.” She maintains the control of a queen as I press the vibrator button again. She shudders, her release hitting in waves. I laugh softly, pulling her into my arms as if her trembling shoulders are from laughter and not a climax in the middle of the room.
I grin to myself. One point for me.
"Good girl," I whisper approvingly into her ear. "I'm so proud of you."
"Oh, really?" she teases, tossing her head back and taking another sip of champagne. I note she’s a little wobbly on her feet though.
“Really.”
I pluck the flute out of her hand and set it on a nearby table.
"Dance with me," I say gently but firmly.
"You dance?" she asks, blinking.
“I do tonight."
Quietly, she places her hand in mine. I lead her to the dance floor, where only one other couple is present. The music shifts to something slower, more intimate. I wrap my arm around her waist as I pull her close, my other hand clasping hers, steady and warm. I love the way it feels with her here against me.
"You’re full of surprises, sir," she murmurs, her voice soft.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a small box.
"You haven’t seen anything yet. This is for you."
She looks down at my palm. "But we’re already married, Mr. Kopolov. That can’t be a ring?”
"I know. Open it and see what it is."
She opens the box with a sly smile and looks curiously at the key inside.
"What's this?"
"The key to your new bakery."
"Newbakery?"
