Page 324 of Blackwood

“Yours,” I pant. “Always.”

He slams into me again.

“Fucking say it louder, malyshka.”

Another thrust.

“Yours, Lex. I’m yours,” I cry out.

The heat rises like wildfire. My breath’s a mess. His jaw is clenched. His fingers bruise into my hips.

“I love you, malyshka” he grits. “So goddamn much.”

“I know. I love you too.”

My second orgasm slams into me without warning, the kind that punches the air from my lungs and leaves my whole body shaking. He follows a beat later, gasping into my neck like I stole the last bit of his oxygen.

“I needed this,” he says.

“I know. Me too.”

His voice comes quieter now, hoarse. “I’m still building that hotel, you know.”

“You fucking better,” I whisper.

I stand, tugging my skirt back into place. “Let’s get back to dinner before Ellie comes charging in here like a Gucci-clad hurricane.”

Lex keeps one hand low on my back as we walk back to the table, guiding me with that quiet possessiveness that always makes me feel claimed and loved.

When we reach our table, I pause in front of my seat between Cade and Roman. Lex pulls the chair out, but instead of walking to his, he drops into mine, legs spread wide and pulls me straight into his lap. I settle back against him, not fighting it.

Cade doesn’t say a word—just smiles, warm and knowing, and reaches out to squeeze Lex’s hand where it rests on my thigh. Lex links their fingers silently.

Across the table, Ellie arches a perfectly sculpted brow. “Well, finally. Thought maybe you two were christening the damn bathroom.”

Lex doesn’t even blink. “We did.”

The table freezes.

He leans back, “She screamed my name, twice. Maybe three times. I lost count.”

“Lex!” I hiss, cheeks flaming.

He just grins. “What? Don’t act shy now, malyshka. They should know how fucking perfect you looked with your dress around your waist and my hands on your thighs.”

Ellie shrieks. Cade groans and drops his face into his hands.

Cal laughs so hard he nearly chokes. “Jesus Christ, man.”

“He’s your problem now, Cade.” Daniel mutters from across the the table.

Roman lifts his glass, slow and thoughtful. “Bold. Looks like she chose well.” His eyes lock on Lex’s, not confrontational, not warm. Just measured. Evaluating. “Don’t ever disappoint her.”

Lex holds his gaze. “Never.”

Ellie fans herself with a napkin. “Okay, seriously? You two need a 12-step program and a cold shower. In that order.”

Savannah lifts her wine. “Honestly, I’m just impressed you made it back to the table with your outfit still intact.”