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“Easy access,” he retorted.

She shifted, but his hand gripped her bare thigh, anchoring her in place.

“Don’t move.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Candice

Candice glanced up at the ceiling, trying her darndest not to shiver as his hand crept up her thigh to the curve of her hips. Every intimate touch possessed her. She ought to push him away, demand that they stick to their arrangement, but she wanted to be claimed. Owned. One night…six weeks of one-nights. She wanted to let go and experience everything Anna accused her of avoiding. Alexei could give her that freedom with no strings and no expectations, and then she’d never have to see him again. He’d never know that each minute around him caused her to fall deeper under his spell. He’d never know she was hurting. No one would know.

“So, you’re a leg guy, huh?”

He gripped her ass and squeezed, and her knees buckled when his nose pressed into her juncture and he inhaled.

Torment.

He tortured her nerves. His hot breath on her juncture was delightful agony.

“For the rest of our time together, I’m ayouguy.”

He looked at her with promise reflected in his eyes, a promise she didn’t understand.

“As for your legs, I became a leg guy the moment I saw your smooth, dark thighs teasing me from beneath the dress at the fundraiser. Me and every man at that party wanted to know what you wore beneath it.”

Men didn’t wonder about her. She knew better, but his words sounded sincere and made her feel so damn good—powerful even—to know she had caused men to pause and for a second see her as desirable. “O Bozhe, Alexei.” The whimpered plea left her lips when he gripped the waistband of her underwear.

“You don’t need these.” He started to roll the garment down, and her hand rested over his knuckles. Candice swallowed past the dryness in her throat. She didn’t stop him because she wanted him to stop, but if his only intent was to dress her to his liking, she would die of mortification when—

“Do you want me to stop?”

“I can take them off,” she offered.

“Do you want me to stop?” he repeated.

Closing her eyes, she fortified her courage and dropped her hands. “No…don’t stop.”

Painfully slow, he pulled her panties down. They dropped from her ass, and he pushed them to her ankles.

“Malo svitla.” He buried his nose in her crotch, and she unconsciously rolled her hips closer. “You smell delicious.”

She flushed. There was no way to hide her arousal now, not when it permeated the air. His hands disappeared and her eyes snapped open in mortification at the sudden loss of his touch.Was this it? Did he just want to see if he could turn her on?

But when she looked at him, again reclining against the chair, he was not unruffled by her arousal. He looked feral. Untamed.

“Step out of your panties,” he ordered, then patted the seat on the outside of his leg. “Place your foot here.”

The full skirt fell between her legs, giving her a shred of modesty. This was insanity. How could she feel powerful and eager to please at the same time? The lust coming off of him in waves empowered her, as did her need to please Alexei. To see how far she could unravel him.Sheand no other woman—least, not tonight.

“Show me,” he said, and there was no illusion as to what he wanted to see.

Candice parted the dress where it opened, pushing the material over her raised leg.

“More,” he growled, and she pushed the skirt higher against her thighs. He stared at her pussy for what seemed like eons before he sat forward again, and she still wasn’t prepared when his left hand snaked between her open legs to grip her naked bottom.

His other hand spread her labia, collecting her juices, and her entire body shuddered. Oh gosh, she needed release like she needed air. His grip tightened on her ass, holding her in place.

Alexei held up his finger and Candice licked her lower lip. “You’re wet, Malo svitla.”

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