He turns in his seat, his dick still out. I’d laugh if he didn’t reach for me, his hand sliding around my neck as he yanks me to him and brushes his lips over mine.
“My woman,” he grates out. That hand necklace of his, combined with the declaration, has need worming through my system.
There he is.
My Maxim.
Not theshukher, the image he presents to the world of someone who’s had elocution lessons and knows not to eat asparagus with a knife and fork.
Maximmoy.
I sink into him as he pours something into that kiss. I don’t think it’s love. Well, I know it’s there. But it’s something more.
Something unique.
He thrusts his tongue against mine, tasting himself on me. A part of me figured he wouldn’t. But that he does has my arms sliding around his neck.
My inner thighs rock and squirm, my body working against me as I strive for something I’m not about to find—I definitely don’t see him fucking me in a public parking lot.Healmostreneged on the car sex after we dropped off flowers atPapa’s grave last night.
The soft knock on his door disturbs us both.
Maxim quickly fastens his zipper then opens the window after he looks in the side mirror. “What?”
“Everyone’s gone in, boss.”
Ah, it’s Vlad.
“Figured you’d want to know.”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Maxim swipes a hand through his hair as his foot soldier disappears. “I want to take you home and fuck you. I do not want to watch the Dukes. I just know your little snatch is wet for me.”
His growl has me mewling. “Later.”
His jaw works. “Later.” Then, his knuckles brush my chin. “Well,zaya, are you ready for the puck to drop?”
I grin at him, but it’s forced. I want nothing more than for him to fuck me too. “I was born ready, Maxim.”
For you.
His thumb pinches my chin. “I won’t argue with that, wife.”
FIFTY-THREE
WHEN THE RUSSIAN FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THANKSGIVING
Eyes still closed,I yawn and stretch.
When they pop open, I sit upright, doing a great impression of Dracula rising from the coffin. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I hiss before turning to Victoria and making sure she’s covered up.
The trust she has in me, in her guards, in her family is absolute because she doesn’t stir from her rest.
In this instance, that’s not a positive.
“The staff thinks you’ve lost your mind.”
“I had no mind to lose.”
Unimpressed, he studies his nails. “Pretty Woman, Maxim?”
