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She pushes a mass of blonde hair from her eyes as sheprops herself up, hand on my abs, and she looks at me. “You know I’m going to have to charge you double.”

I start laughing, and it’s like a weight lifted one I didn’t know I had. “I’m not done.”

“What are you? A machine?” she asks, slightly breathless as her fingers softly stroke my belly, and unbelievably, I’m not because, like a sorceress, she’s performing magic and making me rise again. Her hand shifts lower, brushing my junk.

And her eyes go wide. “Oh my goodness, I think you are.”

“For you.” I want her. I can’t and won’t deny that.

But I like the ease of nothing between us, not even notions or a minute’s worth of history outside this room. It means we can be anyone we want and I want… I just want to play.

My day’s about to explode into a nightmare of logistics and possibly blood before it hits nine in the morning, and then—I don’t want to think about the bratva. I don’t want to think about the perpetual cloud of disappointment that’ll come and the sidestepping of taking care of the trouble coming before it arrives.

For Alina. That’s what I tell myself. For her. I do it all for her.

My father’s only redeeming quality is the love he has for his baby. But even then… I don’t trust him not to try to sell her to someone for a better alliance. So I’ll make those. To make sure her life is her own.

“For me?”

I smile again. Erin makes it easy, even though I’m not a smiler. I’m not one given to showing emotion, any cracks in my armor.

But. Again. This is a moment out of time.

“Yeah.” I turn my head, her fingers wrapping about my cock, pulling it lightly, her thumb exploring the head, thatsensitive underside, and I groan. “So how much? Are you open to negotiations?”

“Like a twofer?”

“More like the whole package. There has to be a discount.”

“Don’t you have money since you can afford to book this suite?”

“Oh,Lyubimaya,” I say, capturing her chin as my cock jerks under her administrations, and I pull her mouth close. “That’s how you get rich. Bargains.”

She kisses me, laughter on her lips, then she pulls back. “I’ll see how you do.”

“Not all things in bargains are about money.”

She blushes hard. “Oh.” Her gaze goes to my cockhead and then back to me and she says, “I’m not very good at it.”

“False modesty,” I say, deliberately sidestepping her serious note. “Too bad I know better. All the best escorts can blow a man properly.”

She swallows, and though I’m teasing, she takes it as gospel and goes down on me and the moment her lips meet my cock, the humor’s gone.

I need to be in the back of her throat. I clench my teeth and let her play, explore. Erin licks along the veins, down to the base, and her tongue slips farther down, over my balls, and she sucks one. My hiss of breath seems to scare her.

And she backs off.

“Too good, darling. Way too good. Your mouth is also magic. Suck me in deep. As far as you can go and I’m gonna try to keep my hands to myself.”

“Why?”

“Because, Erin, I’ll be fucking your throat like it’s your cunt if I don’t.”

“Oh.”

She starts in and I shove my hands behind my head and my body’s a live wire of electric current as she does that.

At first, she licks around the head, cleaning up the pre-cum, licking me clean of our juices. She bathes my length, coming back up to the underside of the head that makes me shudder and clamp my teeth hard together.