![]() ![]() “What will you tell your brothers about me?” I met his gaze in the reflection. Máxim continued to give me fantasies-ones I hadn’t even known were mine. “I always heard that old women gossiped worse than mobsters.” In front of the mirror, I combed out my hair, trying to act casual about what he’d done to me. “My brothers.” He sighed, wrapping a towel around his waist. His phone rang yet again as I dried off and donned my new silk robe. When he nuzzled my neck and pressed kisses to my shoulder, I found myself wishing I could be. He was content to rest like this-as if being with me were the most natural thing in the world.Īs if I were his long-term lover, his girlfriend. One of his hands lightly covered my throat. “Let go, dushen’ka.” With difficulty, I made my fingers release the bar, and he pulled me up against him. Gradually, his shudders eased, but he remained inside me, as if reluctant to leave. ![]()
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