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He shrugged her concern off, saying, “Thisis more important.”
“But—-”
“Choose, little bee, or I’ll choose for you.”
And since she knew he would choose a place that was particularly risqué or even public, she said right away, “Our bedroom please.” She hugged him tightly afterwards, but it was only a pretext so she could hide her flaming face in the crook of his neck.
Life was so different now, she thought. It used to be that she had woken up every day, feeling like she was in a race against time, a race to prove her self-worth, a race to show her dead father that he would regret running out on the child he had sired. Work had been everything to her, and she had scrimped and saved every penny just so she could afford to go to more classes and workshops. She had done everything possible to make it to the top as quickly as possible.
And she had, but in the end, she had found it so easy to walk away from what she had worked so hard for her entire life.
When Sergei laid her down on their bed, his handsome face filled her vision, and Fredericka thought dazedly,This is my life now.
Life was now made of mornings where she would wake in the billionaire’s arms, and he would make love to her even before she could tell him ‘good morning.’ Life was about going to class so she could learn about safe deliveries and early motherhood, life was about going shopping with the entire Grachyov brood in tow as they hunted down the best crib, the best pajamas, and everything else that was deserving of the first baby in the family.
“I can feel you thinking,” Sergei murmured. “Are you worried about something?”
She shook her head, whispering, “Life just feels so different now.”
“Because it’s good?”
“Too good.”
“And that’s bad?”
She lifted her shoulders in an uneasy shrug.
“How about we do something bad then, for a change?”
Her eyes widened.
But he was already pulling away and rising to his knees, and Fredericka bit her lip to keep herself from protesting at the sudden absence of his weight over her body. She watched him reach for one of the bedside drawers—-
Wait!
That washerdrawer.
And hidden inside it was—-
“Sergei, stop—-” But when he looked back at her, she realized it was too late. He already had her little pink toy in her hands. “Oh my God!” She moaned in embarrassment, and the billionaire laughed.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t know?” he asked dulcetly.
Fredericka could only let out another moan. Was there no end to her embarrassment?
“I know everything about you.” The billionaire’s voice was rough with need, but his touch was gentle as he pushed her dress up to her waist and pulled her panties off her legs.
Being half naked while the billionaire was still fully clothed made her feel wanton and heady at the same time, and she could only watch at him with eyes clouded with passion as he pushed her legs apart. “Hold them up,” he commanded, “but keep them wide open.”
She did as commanded, feeling all the while that she was setting herself up for the most delicious kind of fall.
And then she felt him pressing the toy to her clit—-
Oh God.
It started to vibrate.
Her head fell back against the pillows, her fingers tightening around her knees as she gasped his name out loud.