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In front of him, he caught sight of Fredericka wetting her lips as she stole glances at him while making coffee, but he pretended not to notice.His little bee had changed, too, the billionaire thought. She was so much more feminine now, and he knew he wasn’t being conceited in thinking it was due to him. That one night they shared had been more than enough to awaken the earthy sexuality that she had been born with, and since then the way she would stare at him with innocent, unconscious yearning had been his ultimate source of torment and pleasure.
Her inexperience made her so wonderfully easy to read, and it was his secret hope that she would always stay that way. If she spoke to him with a telltale tremor in her voice, it meant that she was missing him badly – but was too proud to tell him. If she smiled at him too brightly, then it meant she had probably succumbed to the temptation of reading lies of gossip about him, and that it had hurt her, even knowing it was a lie.
And if she came to him like she had earlier, eyes suspiciously bright and a lovely flush covering her cheeks—-
Well, that could only mean one thing.
She had touched herself before meeting with him.
The knowledge made Sergei shift on the couch, trying his best to get his erection under control. The idea of Fredericka masturbating was a major turn on, and the sight of her now, with her post-climax glow, made his little bee even more irresistible.
“It’s ready,” Fredericka announced then, and Sergei’s gaze lifted up to hers just as she reached him. After placing her cup on the center table, she handed Sergei his, her bent position affording him a generous view of her cleavage. His cock stirred more insistently under his pants, and he had to strive harder to keep himself in check. “Spasibo,” he murmured as he accepted the cup.Thank you.
She took her seat next to him on the couch and for a few moments, they enjoyed their coffee in silence while doing their best to ignore the way they could feel each other’s heat even without touching.
Fredericka suddenly sneezed, causing Sergei to put his cup down to feel her forehead.
“I’m fine,” she protested even as the mere feel of his hand made her tremble.
Noticing the tremor that struck her body, Sergei asked with a frown, “Are you cold?” She didn’t have a temperature, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t about to come down with something.
“Just a bit,” Fredericka lied, knowing that was better than the truth, which was that her body was aching for his touch.
At her answer, he immediately took off his blazer and placed it over her shoulders, and she mumbled her thanks. She caught the scent of his cologne from his blazer and her nipples started to pucker.Not again,Fredericka thought, horrified. Needing to distract herself, she blurted out the first thing on her mind. “What’s the next thing we should target on our bucket list?”
“How about a party for your birthday?” Sergei suggested after a moment, recalling that the item was listed on theModeratecategory. He had actually never been one to throw any kind of party, not even for his family members, but for Fredericka he would gladly make an exception.
“Please don’t,” she said with a light shudder. “I don’t need additional reminders that I’m going to turn older.” And for three months, it would also mean she would besevenyears older than Sergei, too.
The thought made her mentally flinch.
Six was bad enough, really, but seven just made her positively feel like, well, a cougar.
The billionaire’s gaze narrowed at her. “You should really stop caring so much about the difference in our age.”
“Easy for you to say,” she retorted. “You’re not the one who’s older.”
“It’s just six years,” he pointed out exasperatedly.
“When I have my birthday and until you don’t turn twenty-six, it will beseven,” she grumbled, “and that’s almost like a decade!”
“You’re being ridiculous. No one can tell the difference, and besides—-” The billionaire’s tone turned dry. “Between the two of us, we both know who’s the adult one—-”
“And that’s me,” she finished firmly. She was the adult one between them...so why was it again that she was spending too much time with Sergei Grachyov? A random memory fluttered in her mind, a time when she and her friends had attended Family Day at Christopoulos University and the three of them had suffered serious pangs of envy at seeing Mairi Tanner-Leventis, an American schoolteacher who had once been rumored to be a scheming gold-digger, enjoying her happy-ever-after in the company of her Greek billionaire husband and baby girl.
I want that for myself, Fredericka thought glumly. Or if she couldn’t have love, then maybe she could at least experience the passion even just once. As soon as the thought popped up, an idea began to form in her mind.
An idea that might also just put an end to her grossly inadvisable infatuation with a younger man—-
“Do you have any plans for your birthday?” Sergei was asking.
“Umm, yes.” Fredericka cleared her throat. “I actually do.” Just now, actually, but he didn’t have to know that.
Sergei gazed at Fredericka curiously, having noticed the way she had suddenly started chewing on her lip. That look on her lovely face meant she was lost in her thoughts, and they appeared serious enough to have her nervous.
“Won’t you share with me what your plans are?”
“Umm...”
