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“Are you alright?” His voice is taut, his entire body rigid with the effort of holding back. “Is that–”
“It feels so good,” I whisper, locking my legs around him as I push my hips as tightly against his as I can. “Youfeel so good–”
His lips come crashing down onto mine, our sounds of pleasure mingling, lost in the kiss as he starts to move. I can hear him gasping, his entire body shuddering with the force of the sensation, and he goes stiff again, his cock throbbing inside of me as he breaks the kiss.
“Oh god, Sasha–” Max’s face tenses, his hips thrusting hard again, as deeply as he can go. “I’m–”
“Come for me,” I whisper, locking my arms around his neck and pulling him against me, my lips finding his again and swallowing up the sounds as he bucks against me suddenly, his entire body spasming with the force of his orgasm. I feel the hot rush of it, and a wave of pleasure crashes over me, too, another smaller climax as I feel him filling me up, thrusting hard as he comes inside of a woman for the first time.
“Oh my god,” Max murmurs as he slumps against me, rolling half to one side as I stay locked in his arms, his cock still inside of me. “Ohfuck.”
“Was that good?” I whisper teasingly, nuzzling against his neck, and I pull back long enough to see that he has one eye cracked open, glaring at me as I steal another kiss.
We lay like that for several long moments until I shift against him, and I feel him starting to harden inside of me again. Without a word, Max rolls onto his back, his hands on my hips, and I lean down to kiss him, more than ready to go again.
“I’ll last longer this time,” he promises, murmuring the words against my lips, and I laugh, deepening the kiss as his cock hardens fully, stiff and thick inside of me, again, and I start to ride him.
I know I might only get tonight. I know that tomorrow, everything might change.
I plan to make the most of it.
22
SASHA
In the morning, I wake up next to Max once again, this time happier than ever despite our circumstances. I know very well that last night might be the only time we sleep together, and the idea makes my heart feel heavy in my chest. But I don’t regret it. I’d wanted that more than anything–for him to be the first man I chose to sleep with, and I know he’d made the decision at least partially with that in mind. He’d given it to me as a gift, letting me know how much he cares for me, and no matter what happens next, that means something.
I stretch languidly in bed next to him, feeling the pleasant soreness throughout my body–especially between my thighs. We’d ended up going twice more last night–once with me on top and then once more in missionary, a position I’d wanted to tease him about, but refrained. The last thing I wanted was to remind him of the vow he was breaking, a vow that I have no idea if he plans to continue to cling to. He'd lasted longer the second and third time, as promised, though it was still clear that he was overwhelmed with the new sensations–as was I. I’d come so many times I lost track, and that only added to the pleasant soreness I feel now, as I roll over and curl against him.
He comes awake slowly, nuzzling into my neck as he wakes up, only to tense immediately. “Shit,” he murmurs, glancing out of the window to see it’s already very light out. “Viktor wanted us up early.”
My stomach clenches, nerves instantly washing over me and replacing the warm afterglow I’d woken up with. Max hadn’t made any promises last night, and I’m well aware that he might still want to go to Italy without me.
Please don’t leave me.
I don’t say it aloud, waiting to find out what happens next. He sits up slowly, rubbing his hands over his face. I can tell he’s thinking about something, and my breath catches in my throat, waiting to hear what he’s going to say.
Finally, he looks over at me.
“I’ll take you to Italy with me,” Max says quietly. “But Sasha–”
He’s interrupted by a heavy knocking on the door. “Sasha?” Viktor’s voice comes through the door, and then pauses. “And Max, if you’re in there. I’ve got the plane on standby. But I need to know where you’re going–each of you.”
I jump up, throwing on my robe, my cheeks flushing at the idea that Viktor had guessed Max and I had spent the night together. But I don’t have long to be embarrassed. I get one blissful glimpse of Max’s naked body again before he pulls on his clothes, glancing back once at me to make sure I’m decent before he opens the door.
“We’re both going to Italy,” he says gruffly. “I need twenty minutes to get my things, and I’m sure Sasha needs the same.”
“Twenty minutes,” Viktor agrees. “I’ll let the pilot know.”
It hits me, then, like a punch to the gut.I’m leaving.Leaving Caterina, Anika, Yelena, and the babies. I’m glad to be going with Max instead of a safe house where I’d be alone with strangers, but I don’twantto leave at all. Especially when I have no idea when I’ll be coming back.
I don’t even know what I pack, really. I throw clothes into a bag, changing out of my robe into leggings and a stretchy crop top, and sneakers, with a light cashmere cardigan in case the plane is chilly. Focusing on small things like that is all that keeps me calm, forcing back the rising panic threatening to clog my throat as I zip everything up and grab the bag.
Caterina is waiting downstairs for me with the girls, holding Dimitri, while Rachel has Viktoria. I like Rachel well enough–she’s a little younger than me, but we’re friendly. It hurts to see her now, though, to know she’ll be taking my place while I’m gone. Caterina gives me a sideways glance as I walk down the stairs, and I pick up what she’s signaling me instantly, forcing a smile onto my face as I look at Anika and Yelena, who already look upset.
“I’m just going on a trip,” I tell them firmly. “I haven’t had a vacation in a wholeyear. Can you believe it?”
Anika frowns, clearly not entirely buying my story. “Where are you going?” she asks pointedly, and I lower myself down to her level, as if I’m telling her a secret.
