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Tentatively, she takes my hand and steps out. When we’re inside, she looks at me questioningly. “Where is everyone?”
The store is completely empty and impeccably kept. Even I find the shelves compelling and look over the signs quickly for the reference section. If she’s distracted perhaps I can find something on conception, on best practices for those trying to conceive… my heart races at the idea of making a child with her, this woman whose hand is tucked into mine so easily as she gazes around us.
“The owners have been compensated for an hour’s time. I hope that’s long enough. Whatever you take will be paid for.” At my gesture, she grins and moves among the shelves, eyes scanning.
“My Nana would’ve loved this,” she laughs quietly, slipping out a book and cradling it in her arms. “She’s the one who got me started reading. Well,sheread to me from her books—all old classics mostly. That’s the only thing, I could never talk her into trying anything new.” She shakes her head, laughing again, and the sound breaks something inside me. I only realize I’m staring when Audrey shyly drops her gaze.
“Sorry, I… I have a hard time not talking or thinking about her, and this just…” She shrugs.
“Don’t apologize,” I murmur, voice rough with grief of my own; thoughts of Mikhail and the things he loved are never far away. “Even losing someone, they never really leave. You can find them…” I tip my chin toward the rest of the store, quiet and waiting for her, “…in places like this. Even when you aren’t looking.”
Her eyes glisten for a moment, then she looks away. I worry that I might’ve said the wrong thing, but before I can leave her, Audrey slips her hand into mine again.
“Will you stay?” she asks quietly, so close that I can feel her words against my lips. “Tonight, will you stay with me?”
Drawing a knuckle gently down her jaw, I lean in enough to ghost my mouth over hers. When she sways forward, I let myself give in: capture her in a kiss, sink into the bliss of peace and stillness.
“If that’s what you want,” I murmur, ignoring the sensation that I can’t catch my breath.
I know that whatever she asks, I’ll do.
Whatever she wants, I’ll give her.
Chapter 15
Audrey
Even with my eyes closed I know the windows are open. The birdsong is louder, clearer, and I can smell fall: earthy, smokey, hinting at the rich loam under layers of leaves and the neighbor’s woodstove.
There’s a warmth closer that I gravitate toward.
Turning over, I burrow further into the bed.
Konstantin is like an ember. He gives off heat that draws me like a moth, and I can’t help opening my eyes and slipping an arm over his waist. There’s something in me that obsesses over the dips of each muscle, the trail of hair that leads down, beneath the sheet. His cock twitches with interest and I stifle a laugh.
It’s crazy to think that once I feared this man. I mean,genuinelyfeared him.
Every single time I stole money out of his accounts, found a way to hide the transfers, the sense that I was a prey animal never left me. I was always waiting for him to notice.
Waiting for him to find me.
Sure, that he would destroy me.
Konstantin takes a deep breath and stretches, muscles tensing deliciously under my curious fingers. I find what I’m looking for and wrap my hand firmly around his shaft, feelingit harden to steel beneath my touch. There’s something so powerful about having him like this, about the way he fucks me and owns me.
His eyes barely open. But his arm shoots out, wraps under my waist, and pulls me on top of him. Right away I can feel his hardening cock nestled between my thighs, and it makes me wet with anticipation. As Konstantin grumbles a “Good morning,” I feel it more than hear it from the depths of his chest.
That’s when I realize…
What I’m feeling isn’t just lust. It’s not just hazy, dopamine-induced attraction.
I don’t justwantKonstantin Martynov physically.
Somewhere deep down inside, a part of me longs for this. Waking up next to him. Being wanted, touched, and cherished. Wanting it to bemorethan just physical.
This is just another job,a small voice whispers in my head as Konstantin cards his fingers through my hair.All you are is a surrogate; somewhere for him to plant his seed.
And when he gets what he wants, you’re gone.