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maggie

I ’m in an Uber headed back to my apartment with Vladimir fucking Volkov.

I’m wearing the tuxedo jacket he kindly offered me while we waited in the cold fall night air.

I’m literally draped in a Russian hockey God, one arm around my shoulders while his other hand rubs my thigh, dangerously close to the bare flesh of the high slit in my dress.

I have a feeling that’s not the only slit on his mind right now.

I pull his jacket tighter around me, subtly burying my face in the collar.

My God, this man’s cologne is intoxicating .

I am already dripping from his scent and the feel of his hands on me.

He’s looking out the window, watching the city pass as he idly traces shapes on my thigh.

I cannot believe Hayes directly ordered him to take me home.

The look we gave one another after that little directive nearly made me combust on the spot.

Get a car and get the fuck out. No need for goodbyes.

The rest of the Riders went to some new club Bougie wants to invest in, and Vladi acted the perfect gentleman saying he was tired and wanted to make sure I made it home okay.

I am beyond buzzed, but I still have my wits about me.

Biting my lip, I really hope the gentleman act was just for show as I place my own hand on his inner thigh and move it higher than I probably should.

But…goddammit, I need this. He flinches for a split second as the top of my hand brushes against his length, but he quickly settles himself, as if deciding he doesn’t mind.

Holy tits. I have no doubt his dick is suffocating in his pants and I can’t wait to remedy that problem when we get inside.

As the driver stops in front of my building, my heart races. Vladi thanks the driver and motions for me to get out of the car, following close behind. The heat burning between us is a vast contrast to the chill outside.

“Would you like to come inside?”

Vladi’s breath hitches at the words that absolutely have more meaning behind them than simply walking into my building. He juts his chin at my door. “I promised Larsy I’d make sure you got in safely. I’d like to make sure you make it all the way to your apartment.”

I look at my fancy-ass building with its private doorman and concierge. “Yeah. This building is pretty unsafe at this hour. I could certainly use the extra security getting to my bed.”

His look turns feral as I grab his hand and drag him toward the elevator. Stepping in, he stands in front of the panel as the doors close, trapping us in a space that feels both impossibly large and too small at the same time.

“What floor?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Ten. You wanna push my button?”

The devilish grin that twists his face in the mirror as we begin to move tells me he’s here to play.

Me fucking too. He leans against the wall, his shoulder brushing against me as he does, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my clit.

Even though the numbers in this very enclosed space are going up, this feels like a countdown to…

something . Every floor we pass, we exchange sideways glances.

Every tiny bump makes me want to push the emergency stop and climb him like a tree.

Every beep has me salivating for the hardness I brushed against in the car.

The tension between us is palpable and strong, the air thick with the woodsy smell of his cologne and the heady scent of my arousal.

This is the longest elevator ride of my life.

The ding announcing our arrival pulls the breath from my lungs, Vladi holds the door open and gestures for me to lead. You bet I will.

When we finally reach my apartment, I tap my key fob against the sensor and head inside.

Vladi doesn’t follow me. My core clenches.

No way he’s just dropping me off at my door.

I turn back to face him where he stands in the hallway, leaning against the doorframe not crossing the threshold.

Damn, why is him leaning on the door so hot?

“Were you waiting for an invitation? Or is the Wolf suddenly scared of Little Red Riding Hood?”

He scoffs, a smirk crawling up his face. “Not scared. But –” Oh shit, there’s a but . “I do have some requests.”

I narrow my eyes, tilting my head to the side. “Is this where you throw out a non-disclosure agreement and say you now have full control over my life? My parents are lawyers, you know. I have legal representation.”

“No contracts. But…” he lets out a soft laugh as he confidently steps into my apartment, closing the door behind him.

“This is just for tonight. I do hockey, not relationships. My focus must remain on my game. We both have some things we need distracting from, so let’s distract one another.

Just. For. Tonight.” He steps toward me, his breath a whisper against my skin, sending a full shiver down my spine.

Dear God, does this man know how to push my buttons.

But why the hell did he have to get all serious ?

The little parts of my brain still functioning think this might be a bad idea.

A very bad idea. But the bourbon and promise of orgasms is telling my brain to get lost.

“Okay. Just tonight.”

“And,” he continues, pushing his jacket off my shoulders and rubbing his hands lightly up and down my arms, goosebumps prickling across my skin, “This stays between us. I don’t like Larsy knowing my business, which means no telling Olivia. I don’t think those two keep secrets.”

“Are you sure you aren’t a Russian spy? Shit.

Liv and I don’t keep secrets,” I say, looking up to the ceiling and wondering what to do here.

I have a hot hockey player, no… goalie, which is even better, in my apartment ready to rail me senseless and here I am worried about my best friend, who is also probably getting railed by her own hot hockey boyfriend.

He pins my back against the wall straddling my leg with his dick pressed against me. “It’s your decision, but I want you to know…to feel how much I want this. How badly I want you. Maggie, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since we met.”

Goddammit. Sorry Liv, I love you girl, but my pussy is in charge tonight and she is one greedy bitch.

“Fine. I’ll keep this quiet. But just know,” I drag my hand down his chest, “I don’t plan on being quiet tonight.”

He groans, his body pressing harder into mine. “You are fucking perfect.”

“You bet your tight Russian ass I’m perfect. Any other ‘requests’ we need to cover?”

“Just one. That dress…I’ve been wanting to peel it off you all night.”

My thighs press together, squeezing his leg between mine as I lean in closer, my lips nearly touching his as I whisper in a breathy voice, “Then fucking rip it off me.”

I see it in his eyes, the moment his restraint breaks.

His lips slam into mine, both of our hands furiously exploring each other.

His fingers desperately tug the straps of my dress, but it’s not budging…

goddammit this dress is tight. “There’s a zipper…

on the side,” I pant, barely able to breathe between how form fitting this dress really is and the short breaths I’m able to take with him trying to undress me. “You’ll have to help me out.”

He pulls back, giving my body a good once-over, a wondering glint in his eye. “How much did this dress cost you?”

Panting for breath, I narrow my eyes, trying to figure out why he’s asking about the retail value of my outfit like we’re on a damn game show. “How much did it cost? I don’t know…maybe a couple hundred?”

He looks dangerously down at my cleavage, then back to my face.

“I’ll Venmo you.” He grabs the fabric covering my chest and rips it in half with barely a tug of his giant hulk arms. Holy shit.

He actually ripped it off me. I stand before him, my eyes as wide as they could possibly be, in utter shock at his strength as my bare breasts spill out of the fabric hanging off my shoulders.

His emerald eyes are hungry, taking in every inch of my exposed skin, a wicked smile on his face.

“Much better. God, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.

These beautiful tits should never be bound so tight. ”

I smile at the way he’s staring. I fucking love it.

But I need more. If there is one thing I lack, it’s patience.

I roll my shoulders back, pushing my tits upward, silently begging for more.

“You gonna stand there all night like you’re guarding the net big guy, or you gonna play with these tits before fucking ‘em with what I can only assume is a Russian missile between your legs?”

He doesn’t hesitate as he grabs my hand, dragging me down the hallway toward my bedroom.

He may, in fact, be a spy as he confidently walks us straight into my bedroom, not even asking which is the correct door.

He pushes me down on the bed, and my heart thumps in anticipation because…

damn. I like a man who knows what he wants.

I start to scoot back, but he grabs me by the ankles and pulls me toward him.

“Where do you think you’re going, lisichka ? You need to learn some patience.”

Well, shit he figured that out pretty quick.

“I will fuck those perfect tits of yours but not until I’ve fucked you in every other place I possibly can.

” Holy shit. Where the hell has this man been my entire life?

He grips the remaining piece of my dress and starts to rip the rest of it off.

“With my mouth.” Rip. “With my tongue.” Rip.

“With my cock.” I let out a loud moan, my voice echoing across the hardwood floors as he rips the final piece of my dress off and tosses it across the room.

Heat floods low in my belly, my pulse racing furiously as I lie on the bed before him in nothing but a red lace thong.

“I had a feeling Red Riding Hood was wearing something red underneath.” He drops to his knees, his head between my legs, pressing kisses along my thighs, his stubble prickling my skin.

His fingers glide up my stomach, finally grabbing my tits, squeezing the shit out of them as he slowly kisses my clit through the lace of my undergarment.

“You are so wet. You are divine. Maggie James, you are exactly what I need tonight.”

Same Vladi. Same.