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In an instant I’m driving two fingers inside her while my tongue attacks her clit, and her whole body tenses with need. The view from here, looking up over her flat abdomen and across her lace-clad breasts, watching her mouth twisted in pleasure, her eyes shut tightly—this is the future I want. Petra, every single day. I want sex, yes. But I wanther.I want her parenting Stella with me, I want her sitting at my dinner table, I want her wearing my jersey at my games, I want to watch TV on the couch with her at night, and wake up with her in my arms. I want her making decisions with me about our future together. I want us to be the family I never had, and the family Stella deserves. I want forever.

My tongue moves faster, my fingers stroke harder at that thought—forever.She can’t leave.I pour all those feelings into the orgasm I give her, and the way she moans my name as her legs shake and her body convulses around my fingers gives me hope that she’s feeling the same way.

The minute she’s done, she reaches down, grabbing the neckline of my T-shirt and pulling me to my feet. Our lips meet in a possessive kiss, her tongue swirling around mine as she invades my mouth. Reaching behind her, she locks the door and then walks me backward, her lips never leaving mine, until the backs of my legs hit the bed.

Petra pulls back for a second, long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head and for her to unbutton my pants and slide them down my legs so I can step out of them. She looks at me then, her eyes sliding down my body to where my dick is straining so hard against the fabric of my underwear that it’s actually pulling the elastic waistband away. She reaches out and snakes her hand between the fabric and my abdomen, then slides her fingers and palm down my shaft, gripping me as the muscles in my lower back contract into a shudder.Holy shit, the things this woman does to me.

While I strip off my boxers, her eyes never leave mine, not even when she slides her thong down her legs, leaving a trail of moisture along one thigh, or when she slides the straps of her bra off her shoulders and reaches behind her to unclasp it one-handed. She’s the most amazing creature I’ve ever seen—naked or clothed, in a business meeting or being a surrogate mom to my kid.

It doesn’t matter, I’ll take her any way I can have her.

CHAPTER21

PETRA

I wake up cocooned by Aleksandr’s warmth. His abdomen is pressed up against my back, one arm is slung over my ribcage and wrapped around my chest, and his knee is wedged between my thighs. Aside from how his heat smothers me like a hot, humid day, the other thing I notice immediately is the way he is already hugely hard and resting right against my ass.

I want to press myself back into him, wake him up with the motion of my body rubbing against him, and see if we can fit in a quickie before I have to get up and shower. I glance at the clock on his nightstand and see that it’s only six in the morning. The alarm was set for seven. We have plenty of time.

I arch my lower back and run the crease of my ass cheeks along his impressive length. I feel the way he twitches against me, so I repeat the motion a few more times until his hips are moving forward, meeting me each time as he thrusts himself against my skin.

“I want to wake up like this every day,” he says quietly, the words a whisper across my hair.

Me too. I don’t say anything in response, just take his hand, kiss his knuckles, then move it to my breast. His fingers instinctively move across my nipple, gently at first.

I slide my own hand behind me, between us, and grip him tightly in my hand, sliding along his length in slick, smooth motions.

“Holy shit,” he growls. “I want to be inside you.”

“Then make it happen,” I say.

He pulls away and I know he’s reaching behind him toward his nightstand where his stash of condoms are, but I’m overwhelmed with the need to feel him bare inside me, to share that moment with him so that he can be the first man ever to have that honor.

I move my hand to his hip and pull him back toward me. “Now.”

“Petra, I need—”

“Now, Aleksandr.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re clean?” I confirm.

“Yes. And I’ve never not worn a condom. Ever.”

It feels like my heart flutters in my chest, skipping a beat or two at his admission. So I’ll be his first too.

“Same,” I tell him. “I’ve never had sex unprotected.”

“You’re on the pill?”

“Yes.”

He must lean up on his elbow because he’s looking down at me, his face hovering above mine as I turn my head to look up at him.

“I want to know what you feel like inside me,” I tell him, “with nothing between us.”

He looks down at me, unmoving. Finally he says, “I don’t know if I can do this, and then let you walk out of here in a couple hours.” His voice is unsteady, choked with emotion.

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