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I don’t realize I’ve said anything out loud until Yakov pants, “There will be plenty of time for that later.”

He twitches deep inside of me. Heat floods through me and Yakov collapses on my chest. His cheek is hot on my sternum as he spills himself again and again and again.

I curl my hand through his hair, holding onto him and his words. Later. We’ll have plenty of time later.

I hope like hell he’s right.

32

LUNA

I could get used to this.

As much as you can get used to being woken up by a very skilled tongue licking between your thighs, anyway.

I smile and stretch my arms over my head. Yakov presses a huge hand to my stomach, pinning me down as he works the flat of his tongue across me.

“Good morning to you, too.” I close my eyes and try to soak in every second of it.

The early morning light coming through the window, the brush of Yakov’s stubble against my sensitive skin, the rough touch of his hands on my waist, my hips, my chest…

This isn’t something I thought I would ever have. Definitely not with a man like Yakov. This mishmashed relationship of ours could have easily ended up as nothing more than a string of stolen moments and passionate nights broken up by long stretches of my lonely pining.

Then he found me under his office desk. Everything changed after that.

We can’t stop fucking, for starters. Any hour of the day and night, you can find me on my knees or my back while Yakov growls and roars and spills into me. I’ve come on all fours, on top of him, beneath him. I’ve moaned into windowsills and throw pillows and into the muzzle of Yakov’s hand clenched over my panting mouth. I’m sore around the clock.

It’s incredible.

This morning is a soft one. Softer than last night’s frantic doggystyle in the gym, at least. I can still feel the light bruises where he held my hips in place. Yakov flicks his tongue over my clit and I melt. My thighs clench around his ears and my back bends as I near the brink.

Okay, so I guess not everything has changed. I still come embarrassingly fast every single time. Thank every higher power in existence for that.

But now, once he’s done wringing countless orgasms out of my helpless body, he pulls me into his side and we fall asleep. He’s there when I wake up, too.

Things feel good between us.

Yakov plunges a finger into me, curling his roughened fingertip against my insides while his tongue circles and teases.

“Holy fuck,” I hiss, gripping the headboard. “That feels s-so good. Great. Never stop.”

I feel the curve of his lips against me. The fact that he’s between my legs, smiling, is too much to take. I catch my breath and release it in a ragged exhale. My body tightens around his finger. Pleasure pounds through me until I’m nothing more than a limp impression in the mattress.

Yakov climbs over me. His lips glisten with the evidence of what he just did. He kisses my stomach and roughly sucks my nipple into his mouth. Then he rolls me over and fills me.

Sex has never felt this easy with anyone. I give myself over to his touch and he takes care of me. I’m not trapped in my head, straining and fighting for release the way I had to with Benjy. Coming with Yakov is easier than breathing. It’s natural.

“I’m close.” I fist the comforter in my hands.

“Not yet,” Yakov demands. “Only when I tell you.”

His fingers dig into the soft curve of my hips. He drives into me again and again. Each thrust slides deeper.

I grit my teeth and hold myself at bay as long as I can. But when he speeds up, I’m hopeless. “I can’t,” I gasp. “Yakov, I need to?—”

“Come for me,” he growls. “Now.” Just as I release, he slams into me and stays there. “I feel you, solnyshka.”

We lie there, breathless and spent, until Yakov rolls off of me. He kisses my shoulder and slides out of bed.