Page 27 of Ruthless Rustanovs

She swallowed every last drop, creating extra suction on the bulb of his dick as she did so, and he found himself calling out her name as he finished coming in her mouth.

When she was done, he drew her up to her knees and kissed her again, needing to taste himself on her lips, to be reminded of who she was here with, whose name she had called out over and over again as she masturbated herself to orgasm.

They fell onto the bed kissing, her legs tangling with his, her hard nipples stroking his chest through the Egyptian cotton of his shirt.

They kissed so long that Alexei’s anger began to recede.

They kissed so long that he forgot why they’d gotten into this argument in the first place.

They kissed so long that time began to rewind.

They were Alexei and Eva again, making out for hours on his mattress on a hot summer’s day, neither of them wanting to be the first to break the embrace.

He came to his senses before she did, dragging his lips away and saying, “I have an idea.”

She looked up at him but said nothing. He remembered he had instructed her not to speak. “You may speak now.”

“You have an idea?” she asked, her voice husky with sex and amusement.

“Let us not argue anymore,” he said. “No matter what. Let us both decide right now to not, how do you say, push the other’s buttons.”

She smiled. “I can try.”

“If we both try, I am sure we can accomplish this.”

She laughed and nuzzled his chest. “Oh, I love when you do the authoritative Russian thing. Okay, I’m on board for not arguing. Though be warned: half the time I don’t know I’m pushing your buttons.”

“I will let you know when you do. And you will let me know. If one of us lets the other know, the one who is pushing the buttons will stop.”

She nodded. “Okay, that sounds fair.”

She laid her head down on his chest and they held each other in companionable silence. He stroked her hair, loving the feel of it against his chin and the smell of the coconut oil and aloe-vera gel she used to keep her thick curls defined.

“I have an idea, too,” she said. Then she fell quiet.

“Yes, what is it?” he prodded.

“Why don’t we pretend it never happened?”

It took him a few seconds to figure out what she meant. “Pretend the break-up did not happen?”

“The break-up, the last eight years, the Drummond Oil purchase. Let’s pretend it didn’t happen.

I won’t sneak off in the middle of lunch to make calls.

You won’t keep reminding me how bad I messed up when I left you.

We’ll be like every other couple in this hotel, on vacation like normal people except one of us just happens to be following the sexual commands of the other. ”

He thought about this idea. One petty part of him knew pretending she didn’t have a boyfriend or have any reason to feel guilty about the way she left him would make all of this much easier on her.

But he also realized it would make things much easier on him as well.

He liked the idea of being the couple who just spent the last thirty minutes kissing rather than the couple who spent the hour before that arguing.

“Yes, I like your idea. Let us do this. From now on we are Alexei and Eva, a normal couple on a normal vacation with sex involved.”

She smiled against his chest. “Can I call you Lexie?”

“I never liked that name. You are pushing a button.”

“Okay, okay. But Lex feels so villainy.”

“You used to call me baby, too,” he said, keeping his voice light. “I will not mind if you use this term of endearment.”

She thought about it and said, “Okay, baby, can we go eat? Nothing fancy though. Let me tell you, I could murder a cheeseburger right now.”

“I believe we have cheeseburgers in this hotel,” he said, a smile lighting on his lips. “While we pride ourselves on being a five-star experience, we also cater to families with small children.”

“No, I’m sick of being cooped up here. Let’s go out. Let’s go find a cheeseburger and then hit the beach. That ocean’s been calling to me ever since we got here.”

Eva disentangled her body from his and disappeared through the door that connected their two bedrooms. “I just have to find a suit and some kind of wrap.”

He got out of the bed and stood up to zip his pants.

“Look in the top left drawer,” he called to her, once more getting caught up in her enthusiasm even if it was for something as run-of-the-mill as a cheeseburger. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d bothered with such a plain meal.

“No, you didn’t!” she screamed. Two minutes later she came running back into the room dressed in a yellow polka-dot bikini. “I can’t believe this still looks good on me! Though thank the heavens you got it in a few different sizes. I’m definitely not as skinny as I was in grad school.”

“I like your body even more now,” he told her, his eyes clouding over with lust. “We will go find your cheeseburger, but when we get back to the room I will take you with this bikini on. In the Jacuzzi or in the pool. I have not decided yet but you will leave the suit on while I am inside you. I will make you come twice, once with my hand and once with my cock. Then I will bring you to the bed, pull the bikini bottom aside like this,” he made a gesture of pulling the crotch of her bikini aside with two hooked fingers, “and I will make you come a third time with my tongue.”

The smile faded from her face and she adjusted her stance. “Alexei?”

“Yes?”

“If your goal is for me to stay turned on for the rest of this vacation, then it’s working, baby.”

He smiled again. Her candidness about sex used to be one of the things he loved about her. One of the many things he could admit he missed about her now.

“Come,” he said, holding his hand out to her. “Let our real vacation begin.”