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Then I’m laid down in the center of his bed, and Alexei moves over me. He kneels between my parted thighs and raises one of my legs, curving it around his hip.

I watch his eyes. They’re so intense. This moment means more to me than it should, but I can’t help myself. Alexei sheaths himself in a condom while I watch. It’s sexy how confident and sure he is.

He fits the head of his thick cock against my entrance and nudges forward. “Take a deep breath for me. This might be a tight fit.” He grins wickedly, and I raise my eyebrows.

I do as he says, inhaling deeply as Alexei presses forward. I almost buck beneath him.

Holy shit. I knew how well-endowed he is, but nothing prepared me for this.

His length slides inside me, claiming every inch of me, and makes my body clench with an even greater need.

“Alexei . . .” I moan once he’s fully seated.

“Yes. Say my name when I fuck you.”

I groan as he pulls back, grieving the loss of him.

But then he’s moving, his hips snapping forward again and again, and I can’t help the cries that tumble from my lips.

“Alexei, yes,” I moan.

He’s so big . . . so commanding . . . so sexy.

“That’s it, baby.”

He grips my ass cheek in one strong hand, pulling my body close. Part of me can’t even believe that we’re doing this. The other part of me can’t believe that we were able to wait this long.

I throw my head back against the pillow, lost in pleasure.

“Need you to come for me,” he says with a groan.

I move my hips against his, and Alexei brings a hand between us, rubbing my clit in firm circles as he continues to fuck me.

That’s all it takes to thrust me over the edge.

My release rips through me with such ferocity that I’m breathless as I cling to his shoulders. Heat blooms in my core, my body milking his as my vision nearly blacks out.

“Oh, Alexei . . .”

“Fuck, baby. Yes.” He groans, clutching my body close.

He moves, and I move with him, and we find a rhythm that builds slow and then faster, his forehead pressed against mine, my fingers in his hair, both of us making sounds that are low and pleasure-filled.

When I come the second time, it’s with his name on my lips and his hands gripping my hips and his whole body going tense above me. He follows me over the edge, shuddering, his face buried in my neck, and for a long moment, we just stay there, tangled together, breathing hard.

He pulls me against him, my head on his chest, his arm heavy around my shoulders. I trace patterns on his skin with my fingertip, and neither of us talks, and the silence feels like something we built together.

“Alexei?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you didn’t listen to your teammates.”

His chest vibrates with a quiet laugh. “Me too.”

I press my face against his skin, breathe him in, and close my eyes. His hand comes up to stroke my hair, slow and rhythmic, and I feel my body go loose and warm.

Seven days is nothing. But lying here in the dark, listening to Alexei’s heartbeat slow down under my ear, his fingers in my hair, and classical music still playing faintly from the living room—I think seven days might be enough to know that you want to try.