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“Hello,” he says, his voice deep and husky from sleep.

Chapter 11 - Benedikt

“Hello,” she mutters back, her voice a little shaky. “You gave me a fright. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The remnants of the dream I was having about her are still flickering in my mind. I pull her closer, letting her scent wash over me.

She’s in the shower with me, but this time I don’t hold back, and she doesn’t want me to. The sounds that spill from her cupid lips are beautiful.

My cock throbs with need, and I’m grateful for the fact that she threw a blanket over me, because there would be no chance in hell I could hide that from her.

“Benedikt, what are you doing?” she says, trying to pull her hand away from my grip.

I don’t want to let her go. I want to pull her onto my lap and kiss her. I want her to wrap her legs around me.

I sit up, touching her waist, and she hesitates as she lets me pull her even closer. Her eyes are touched with confusion, uncertainty.

“Where were you, little fox?” I ask.

“I went out for a bit. I visited your sister.”

I tilt my head to the side as I examine her perfect face.

All I can think of is kissing her. It’s unbelievable how badly I want her.

Each time I’m around her it becomes more impossible to control these desires. My cock is pulsing beneath the blanket, pushing up against my pants, aching for her touch.

A mischievous smile spreads across my lips. “You disobeyed me. How would you like me to punish you?”

The look on her face lets me know she is instantly aware that I’m flirting and not angry. Her eyes flare with desire, it flashes across her face, and her lips part as she takes in a sharp breath. My smile gets wider. She wants me, too.

She can’t hide it.

Her cheeks flush pink and she whispers my name.

“Benedikt.” It comes out as a breath of air, hardly audible. Her eyes are locked on mine, her pupils dilated as she considers her options.

Ulyana’s cheeks grow brighter red, and she steps away from me, pulling her eyes off mine.

It’s incredibly difficult to let her go.

Everything in me wants to damn it all to hell and drag her back towards me. I’ve been fighting these urges for so long now.

Ulyana mumbles something about dinner and practically runs from the office. I groan in frustration as I sit up in the chair, pushing the blanket off me and brushing my hand over my aching cock.

I can’t take much more of this sexual tension.

I wish I could figure her out.

***

On Saturday night, we have a party to attend. It’s a business event and not one I’m looking forward to, because I won’t be able to relax and enjoy myself. Around these people, you have to be on high alert. You can’t let your guard down.

I’m also worried about Ulyana being with me.

She’s dressed in a pitch-black body-hugging dress. It’s tight and long, hugging her ass and legs, a high slit running up the front of her leg, all the way to her thigh.

If I was struggling with desire before, it’s much worse seeing her in this dress.