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“Fuck me, Ruslan,” I whisper in his ear. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
He laughs, his breath fanning out over my face, sweet and cool. “I’m happy to fuck you… but we’re gonna take it slow today.”
I pout. “Why?”
He rears back and looks at me with a half-smile on his face. “Emma, you spent the night in a hospital only three days ago, remember?”
I just push my hips into his groin a little harder. “I can take it.”
He shakes his head. “I’ve created a monster.”
“Then maybe you need to tame me.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he says with a fierce snarl. Then he sighs and it smooths out again. “Just… not tonight.”
He silences me with a kiss, his fingers pushing my skirt up and my panties aside. My heart is thrumming softly as he glides his fingers over my clit. Usually, the sex is so explosive that I can’t think straight.
This is different.
Iamthinking. About how good this feels. About how gentle he’s being with me. How easily it would be to misconstrue his tenderness for love.
When he finally enters me, I gasp, my gaze connecting with his. Those scorching amber eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them. His thrusts are so controlled. The slow build is in some ways more intense than the heated, button-ripping, breathless-gasping sex I’m used to having with Ruslan. Everything feels so much more heightened.
Unbroken eye contact and synchronized breathing and the way his lips ghost over mine, as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.
Careful, Emma…
I told myself that it didn’t matter what he called me. I didn’t need a title or for him to say he loved me.Thisis what matters. This crazy, cosmic, powerful connection that we’re experiencing together—this is all I need.
But still… it would be so freaking amazing to hear it all the same.
When I come, it takes my breath away.
Afterwards, as I’m struggling to put my skirt back on straight, he grabs me. Tender again. Soft. “I’m going to be busy the next couple of nights. But if you need me, just call. I’ll be there.”
I smile. “I’ll call.”
* * *
Ben is standing in the living room facing the door when I walk in.
“My God!” I gasp, holding a hand to my racing heart. “Creepy much?”
“Where’ve you been?”
“None of your business.” I glare at him as I drop my purse on the kitchen table. “Are the kids all in bed?”
“Amelia’s putting them to sleep right now,” he says dismissively. “Did you forget that I needed to talk to you?”
I sigh. “What did you need to speak to me about, Ben?”
My body goes cold at the nasal voice that emerges from just around the corner. “About what a bad,badgirl you’ve been.”
“What the—”
Remmy steps into the living room, his arms folded over his chest, that skin-crawling leer on his lips. “Hello there, pretty woman.”
I look between Ben and Remmy as horror scours through me. “What the hell is this?”
