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I notice them the moment I leave the restroom. Two men in suits, standing at the other end of the hallway, their eyes fixed on Sergei. Diego wasn’t lying.
“Everything okay?” Sergei asks when I approach him. “You look pale.”
“Yup, all good.” I nod and manage a fake smile. “I just have a headache.”
He places his hand on the back of my neck and tilts my head up. “Do you want us to go to a doctor?”
“Of course not. It’s just a headache. It’ll pass. And anyway, we have plans, don’t we?”
It takes immense control to keep my cool as he leans in and kisses me. Only the knowledge that Sergei could get killed if he finds out what’s going on keeps me from bursting into tears. I take his hand and let him lead me out of the mall and toward his bike. All the while, I’m crumbling inside.
The ride back to Sergei’s house lasts less than thirty minutes. I planned on using that time to think about how I’m going to slip out tomorrow, but instead, I spend the whole drive squeezing his waist, soaking in the feeling of having him close, and trying to save it in one of my mental vaults for safekeeping.
“Are you sure you’re okay, baby?” Sergei asks when we get off the bike in front of his house.
I hang my helmet on the handlebar and turn toward him, noticing the way his pale hair reflects the light of the setting sun, the longer strands flowing in the breeze. Reaching out with my hand, I trace my finger along the line if his chin, and place my other hand at the center of his chest.
“I want you to make love to me so hard,” I say, “that I forget everything else.”
Sergei grabs me under my ass, lifts me up, and carries me toward the front door. I wrap my legs around his waist and take his face in my palms, placing kisses all over it. I start with his perfectly imperfect nose, then move to his forehead and eyebrows, sealing every single detail into memory.
“We’ll start in the kitchen and move on from there,” he says into my ear as he settles me onto the dining table. “I plan on covering the whole ground floor today.”
“That’s a lot of space.” I smile and remove my jacket. “You sure you’re up to it?”
My jeans and T-shirt are next, but when I take off my bra and reach for my panties, Sergei grabs my hand and moves it away. “We’ll see.” He smirks. “Lie down.”
I lean back, pressing my back to the table’s surface, and watch as he bends and places a kiss between my breasts. Slowly, he trails a line of kisses down my chest and stomach until he reaches my panties. He looks up at me with a smug smile, takes the waistband between his teeth, and pulls them down. When he has my panties removed, he takes my leg and places a kiss on my ankle, proceeds up along the inside of my thigh, then buries his face between my legs. I inhale sharply and grab his hair, panting as he licks at my clit—once, twice—and then sucks on it.
“I could spend the whole day just playing with your pussy,” he murmurs and penetrates me with his tongue. He continues licking and sucking my pussy, squeezing my butt cheeks in the process, moving faster and faster until it feels like I’m going to explode. Then, he lightly bites at my clit, and my orgasm consumes me.
I am still panting when he places his hand at my nape and pulls me up to devour my lips. I taste myself on him—bittersweet. His other hand comes to my lower back to keep my body in place as he positions his cock at my entrance.
He pulls back to look me in the eyes. “I’m so in love with you,” he whispers as he slides in me, bit by bit. I want to tell him the same, so much that it’s tearing me apart from the inside. Instead, I just press my lips together and clutch at his shoulders, not taking my eyes off him. I moan as he buries himself deeper in me, and I press my face into the crook of his neck. His hot breath fans at the skin of my shoulder, and I enjoy the feel of him sinking into me again and again. It’s almost enough to make me forget about tomorrow. We come together in a mix of panting and groans.
“Couch, bedroom, or shower?” Sergei asks when he recovers his breathing.
“Shower,” I mumble and wrap my legs tightly around his waist. There is no way I’m letting him out of my reach for a second longer than necessary.
“Okay.” He chuckles and carries me up the stairs to his bathroom.
“I’m borrowing your shower gel today,” I say as he sets me down under the water stream.
“I thought you like sugary scents.”
I just shrug, grab a dark blue bottle off the shelf, squeeze a bit onto my palm, and start lathering my body.
Sergei comes inside the shower stall and, placing his finger under my chin, tilts my head up. “What’s wrong?”
Water from the shower splashes at my side as I stare into his light eyes. “Nothing. Why?”
Dear God, even looking at him hurts because I know I’ll be leaving tomorrow.
“You can’t lie worth a damn, Angelina.” He takes a step forward and leans in so we’re face to face. “What is going on?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Sergei puts his palms to the tiles on either side of my head and watches me with his lips pressed into a thin line.
