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As it turns out, I think as I watch Petra’s face twist in pleasure as the orgasm rips through her hours later,no ... in my eyes, there is nothing this woman can’t do.

“This feeling,” I say through gritted teeth, “is a fucking miracle.” I grip her hips tightly as I slam her down on me a final time and give in to my own release.

She gazes down at me like I’ve said something funny, and then quirks an eyebrow. “How so?”

It’s a moment before I can speak again. “I’ve never felt like this,” I tell her as I wrap my arm around her lower back and pull her down so she’s hovering just above my chest. “You and me together. It’s amazing.”

“I always knew it would be,” she says. It’s the opening to the talk I know we need to have. It would be so easy to return to the conversation she said we’d have ‘later,’ but then Petra rolls her hips, and I slide out and back into her, and I feel myself already starting to grow hard again.

“If you don’t stop that,” I say as I reach up and run my thumb along her cheekbone, “round two will start immediately.”

“Already?”

“You do amazing things to my body,” I say, because how the hell am I already ready to take her again? I have no control here, she’s in charge of my body now.

“I like that.” She smiles a wicked, private smile as she rolls her hips again. “I like that a lot.”

She leans down a bit more, letting her breasts slide along my chest as her mouth meets mine. The kiss is slow and sensual, matching the way she’s moving her pelvis. And there’s no way in hell I’m stopping the direction this is heading in to have a conversation I don’t even want to have. Talking can wait.

CHAPTER27

ALEKSANDR

I’m rolling up the sleeves of my custom tailored shirt—they don’t make dress shirts that fit guys with shoulders and arms the size of mine—as I walk out of my closet. Petra’s in Stella’s room helping her get ready, and I have butterflies in my stomach that I haven’t felt since my first time on the ice in the NHL. The three of us have done many things together, but somehow this feels different. This feels like afamilything.

I grab my phone to slip it into my pocket and see a message from my agent on the screen.

Jameson:LA is interested. Let’s talk.

Aleksandr: I need a few more days to sort some stuff out in my personal life.

Jameson:I can give you a day. We can’t wait longer than that if you want this to happen.

Well, shit. I guess Petra and I are having this conversation tonight, after all. I would have talked to her earlier today, but she was at the party location with her team finalizing everything, and when she got home, she was stressing about getting showered and ready in time. There is no way I am adding to her stress, or even having what’s sure to be a highly emotional conversation right before the party. So it’ll have to wait until later tonight, when everything else is wrapped up.

Aleksandr:Okay. We’ll talk tomorrow.

My bedroom door cracks open and I slip my phone into the front pocket of my dress pants. Petra slips through and looks relieved to see me. “Oh good, you’re dressed. Stella’s going to the bathroom. Her hair is done, she just needs help getting her dress on. Can you take care of that while I get myself dressed?”

“You’re not wearing that?” I eye theGo ahead and underestimate me, that’ll be fun!T-shirt she’s wearing with a pair of booty shorts.

“I mean, I can if you want.” She shrugs as if she’d be willing to step out of the house like that if I dared her.

“No.” A laugh rumbles out of my throat. “I want to be the only one to see you like this.”

I plant a kiss on the top of her head as she walks up and wraps her arms around my waist.

“You look ... really nice,” she says. “I’ve never seen you this dressed up.” She tilts her head up and traces the length of my tie with the tip of her finger. “You look hot in a tie.”

“I have all kinds of plans for you and this tie later tonight,” I say as I give her ass a little smack with the palm of my hand.

She presses forward into my body, leans up on her toes, and whispers in my ear, “I. Can’t. Wait.” And just like that, I’m so turned on I know I’ll think of nothing else tonight except getting her home and naked. It should probably scare me that someone has this much influence over my thoughts, my body, and my soul, but it doesn’t. It feels right. It feels like it should always have been this way between us, and I hate that we wasted half our lives being apart.

Regret is my own form of punishment, I suppose. But after tonight, we can move forward without regret or fear clouding our vision. And whether we’re in LA or New York, I just want the three of us to be together.

With a kiss on my cheek, Petra turns wordlessly and heads into my closet to get dressed, and I head to Stella’s room. I find her standing in her underwear taking the dress she’s chosen for tonight off the hanger. It’s short sleeved with a knit scoop neck top, and a few rows of pleated fabric between the waist and hem. “Where’d this dress come from?” I ask.

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