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“But I do want you to fuck me again,” she says with a smile, opening her legs even wider.
“For fuck’s sake,” I tell her. “I am trying to do right thing, but you are being wicked girl again.”
She only smiles bigger and then turns over so she’s on her hands and knees, looking back at me with a sexy glint in her eyes. She wiggles her ass at me, and I let out a sigh of defeat.
“I have created monster,” I say, stepping closer, because I’m only fucking human, and it’s not like she’s going to starve to death in the next few minutes. I’ll make her eat extra calories later to make up for it, I tell myself as I grab onto her hips and slide back into her, letting out a groan at how perfectly our bodies fit together.
I’d never admit it, of course, but she may not be the only one that’s sore tomorrow. I don’t go easy on her, though, and it isn’t long before her upper body has collapsed onto the bed, and it’s just my hands on her hips keeping her ass in the air. I give one beautiful, round cheek a hard enough smack to make her lift her head and gasp, but before she can shoot me an angry look, she’s screaming my name and clenching down on me so tightly that I can’t help but follow along for the ride.
“Now, you need to eat,” I tell her, giving her other cheek a smack. “No more tempting me, wicked girl.”
I hear a muffled voice coming from the bed. “I don’t think I can walk.”
“Then I will carry you, beautiful,” I say with a laugh.
I pull my jeans and T-shirt back on before running down to grab her dress and panties. I hate seeing her cover up her perfect body, but I’m already going to have my hands full keeping guys away from her in the tiny, pink dress she’s wearing. We put our shoes on and head down to the Artic Fox.
Holding her hand, we walk together through the empty boxing club and step through the adjoining door. Anton is the bouncer waiting for us on the other side. He gives me a big grin when he sees Gina and tells me in Russian that it’s about damn time. I tell him to shut the fuck up and wrap my arm around Gina’s shoulders, leading her over to the bar.
“What did he say?” she asks me, shouting over the loud music.
“He told me it was about damn time,” I tell her, making her laugh as we weave our way through the crowd.
“Smart man,” she says, squeezing my waist tighter when we have to skirt around a large group of what has to be college kids based on the barely legal drinking faces and overall stupidity of the group. You can always tell the kids who have just left Mommy and Daddy’s house for the first time. They’ll probably all be puking against the side of my building later.
When we’re at the bar, I bring Gina in front of me, so she’s in between me and the counter. I wrap an arm across her upper chest, keeping her pulled tightly against me. Kissing the top of her head, I raise my hand and call Natalya over. She’s one of the best bartenders I’ve ever hired, and even though she knows how to turn a blind eye to some of the stuff that goes on here, it doesn’t stop her from quirking a blonde eyebrow up at the sight of me with Gina. It’s going to take some getting used to for all of them. I’ve never cared enough about any of the women I’ve slept with to actually bring them here or spend time with them. It seems all kinds of firsts are happening tonight.
I order in Russian, telling her to bring us two hamburgers with fries and a couple of sodas. She nods and starts to put in our order when Gina gives a small tug on my T-shirt. I look down at her and give her a smile.
“Can I have a margarita?”
I laugh and bend down so I can whisper in her ear. “Sure, a virgin one. You are not twenty-one yet, beautiful.”
She turns her head to look at me and says, “But I’m not a virgin anymore. I want a real one. Just one,” she quickly adds.
“Like I said, I have created monster.”
I kiss her forehead and holler for Natalya to make a margarita.
“Just one,” I remind Gina. “I do not want you drunk.”
I’m being serious too. If Gina gets drunk, then no more sex tonight. I won’t fuck her while she’s like that, and she seems to sense how serious I am about it, because she shakes her head yes and gives me a sweet smile.
Keeping my arm tightly around her, I lead her over to a table in the VIP area, a private booth that will at least keep all these drunk assholes from ogling her too much. When I sit down, I pull her onto my lap, making her let out a squeal of surprise. She leans her head against my chest, and I’m amazed at how perfectly her body always seems to fit against mine. For the millionth time, I wonder how in the hell I’ve become this love-struck guy that I swore I’d never become.
Chapter9
Gina
Ifeel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Leaning against Dmitri’s chest with his arms wrapped around me and the wonderful soreness I feel between my legs because he’s made me his makes me feel like I’m going to burst from happiness. One of his hands rests on my thigh, and the other is wrapped around my upper body. He holds me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world to him, like he feels he needs to protect and keep me safe at all times.
It’s not long before I see Natalya, the beautiful, blonde bartender, coming toward us with two heaping plates. A young guy from one of the tables looks at her like he’d give anything for just two seconds of her time while one of his drunk friends yells, “Hey, gorgeous! Why can’t we get any food?"
Without even stopping, Natalya hollers back at him, “Because he’s the owner, dumbass. The kitchen’s never closed for him.” She surprises me by giving me a wink and a friendly smile before adding, “Or his girlfriend.”
Dmitri lets out a deep chuckle and says something to her in Russian when she’s setting down our plates. I thank her and start to scoot off Dmitri’s lap. He holds me tighter and gives me a hurt look.
“You can’t eat with me on your lap,” I say with a laugh. “I’ll just be right next to you.”
