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There really was only one answer.

“Yes,” I said, smiling.

“You will?” he asked, trying to keep control of his eagerness, but I saw it in his hopeful look.

“Yes, Miki, I will,” I replied.

He grinned, then his face fell, and he gulped and licked his lips.

“You would need to leave the Police,” he said as if unsure if my agreement had been only a temporary thing.

“Uh, huh.”

I nodded.

“Assuming this is to be a permanent arrangement, it would be very difficult to commute all the way from London every shift, wouldn’t it?” I said, my lips twitching.

“Oh, this is to be a very permanent arrangement,” my sexy Russian said, his accent becoming so sexily thick that I shivered.

“Then I guess I’d better resign,” I said, smiling widely.

“You’re sure?” Miki asked.

“Hell yeah!” I replied, and he pulled me in for a kiss, sealing the deal.

“I was scared I might never see you again, too, and I don’t think I could survive that either,” I told him, echoing his words from earlier.

“I’d already decided that I would resign from the Force and follow you to London, anyway. It’s not like I want to remain in the Police after everything that’s happened and even if I did, I would gladly give it up to be with you, Mr Sexy Lips,” I confessed.

As he grinned, I couldn’t resist letting my hand drift under the water to stroke his hardness.

Leaning into him, I stroked his length and kissed him, making it clear I meant every word. He palmed my boobs and gently stroked them in turn.

God, it was so good to be here with him. Miki’s massage had made me so relaxed, but now I was feeling anything but, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with need. I didn’t know if it was an accumulation of my nervous energy, my relief at getting away from a terrible situation, or simply Miki’s amazing hands, but I was bloody horny.

Lifting my body higher, Miki took a nipple into his mouth and licked it. I gasped and tensed, anticipating pain. There was none. Just a slight ache, but Miki pulled away and looked at me.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“Yes,” I said, brushing my lips against his.

“We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable, Eilidh,” he told me, and my heart clenched.

My sexy Russian’s eyes showed how desperately he wanted me. I could feel how hard he was, and I knew how worried he’d been. He needed to be close to me, yet he was ready to put aside his own needs and desires to ensure I was okay. If I didn’t already know that I wanted to be with Miki, that would have confirmed it.

“I want this, Mr Sexy Lips.”

“In fact, I need it,” I told him, kissing him soundly, and bringing his hands back to my breasts.

I wanted to replace the memory of the terrible events of the last few hours with a new amazing one of our own. Lifting myself over his cock, I rubbed my aching pussy against it, and my boobs in his face.

My sexy Russian took the hint, sucking and licking gently at one tight bud and then the other as he squeezed my bum. I gasped in pleasure, and he moved one hand, sliding it between my legs and stroked.

God, I was soaking wet already, not only from the water, but from my own juices. Miki kept his strokes light and teasing, making me moan in frustration.

“I need more, Miki,” I practically growled at him.

He chuckled and picked up speed.

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