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Andrei helps me step out of the window and onto the roof. The evening air is a little chilly, but altogether endurable. I take care with my footing, determined not to slip on the roof shingles as we use the branch of a nearby tree in the backyard to climb down.
“You’re right,” I whisper with barely contained glee. “All this sneaking arounddoesmake me feel like a teenager.”
“Told you.” He takes my hand, our fingers locking together with ease. “Come on. We’ll slip through here. I’ve got a taxi parked about two blocks away.”
“You drove here in a taxi?”
“It’s smart. Nobody ever bats an eye.”
Slipping past the patrol guards is a far easier feat than I expected—which, I’ll admit, is both alarming and a relief. I’ll have to sit down with Dad first thing in the morning to come up with a better perimeter strategy, but for tonight, I’m going to use it to my advantage.
When we get there, Andrei pulls open the passenger-side door for me. “Right this way. I’ll be your taxi driver this evening.”
I can’t remember the last time I smiled this much. “Where are we going?”
“Not far, I promise. I’ll have you home before anyone suspects.”
“I’m not a big fan of surprises, Andrei,” I say, but slide into the seat regardless. “You better not be kidnapping me again.”
“Consider my lesson learned,” he teases, before closing the door and circling around front.
We don’t drive very far, just as he said, eventually reaching the crest of a hill. We’re surrounded by tall trees, and it doesn’t look like the service road we took here is particularly busy this late at night. In the distance, I see the glow of Moscow sitting on the horizon—my family’s empire, reduced to nothing more than a speck in the night.
I’m more enamored by the twinkling stars and the silver glow of the moon above. It’s an abnormally clear evening, offering me a view of the endless nothing and all its glorious constellations. When was the last time I took a moment to gaze up at the stars? When was the last time I took a moment to do anythingIwanted?
“It’s so beautiful,” I murmur. When I look at Andrei for confirmation, I find him staring adamantly at me, a gentle smile upon his lips.
“Yes you are,” he says.
It’s cheesy as hell, but it’s also so sweet it makes my heart swell. With a giggle, I throw my leg over the center console and climb onto his lap, straddling him. He shifts the seat back to give me more room, my body wedged between him and the steering wheel.
Andrei kisses me without apology, cupping my face in his hands as he claims my lips, slow and tender. He’s never been this gentle with me before, but I can’t say I mind. In fact, I love it so much more than I first realized. I preen against his touch, content to bask in his warmth and care. I breathe him in slowly, truly savoring the taste of his lips and the feel of his tongue gliding over mine. I didn’t realize how badly I’d missed him, how much I needed this.
“Don’t let me go,” I whisper.
“Never,” he promises.
Fire floods my veins, bringing along with it an overwhelming craving for more. I need his arms around me. I need his touch on every inch of my skin. I think he must feel it, too, because it doesn’t take very long before our sweet kisses become chaotic.
Andrei slips his hands beneath my shirt while I drag my fingers through his hair. He moans when I roll my hips against him, pleased to find the hard length of his cock pressing against my inner thighs.
“Here?” he rasps. “I don’t have a condom on me, princess.”
“I don’t care,” I say hurriedly, my desperation mounting. “Please, Andrei. I need you inside me.”
“You’re sure?”
I nibble on his bottom lip, circling my hips against his erection. “Positive.”
We waste no time undressing. It’s almost frantic, a frenzy. Andrei pulls off my shirt, hands slipping around to unclasp my bra as he mouths hungrily at the peaks of my breasts. My fingers make quick work of his buttons, exposing inch after inch of his wide, sculpted chest.
My hands slide down to his belt, the fly of his pants, until I’m finally able to help pull his cock free. Andrei is hard and stiff against my hand, deliciously thick and dripping with want. I stroke him slowly, firmly, relishing the way his face twists in blissful agony.
“Fuck, Sandra—”
“Do you like that, baby?”
“Fuck, yes.” His grip on my hips tightens. “But I’d love it ten times better if I got to watch you sink your pussy down on me.”
