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  I take the hand that’s on my thigh and hold it in my own so that I’m not tempted to move it higher and over my cock. I want her to feel how badly I desire her, but if I’m to control myself I will need to stop.

  “You look beautiful,” I tell her as I wipe away the lipstick that I smudged.

  “Thank you.” She tucks her chin and then looks up at me through her lashes. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  “I dressed for you.” She reaches up and touches my tie, which is pumpkin colored.

  “How was your day?” I can see that she’s trying for a normal conversation, but in her presence again I can’t control myself.

  “It was agony without you.”

  She looks at me in disbelief. “How can you possibly say that after only a few hours?”

  “Would you tell a child that dreams of becoming an artist that it is impossible?” I counter.

  “Well, no.”

  “Then why tell me that my dream of loving you is so far beyond? Are we not children when we lead with our hearts?”

  “I…um…I don’t know.” She looks away and then back at me. “I don’t have an answer for that.”

  I see that perhaps I’ve given her too much too soon and start over. “How was your time with your family? Were you happy to see them?”

  She relaxes a little as she smiles. “Yes, and my cousins came for dinner. It was so good to be around everyone. It felt as if no time had passed.”

  I take her hand in mine and twine our fingers together. “I don’t know what I would do if I was separated from Frost. My twin is important to who I am.”

  “I feel the same about my sister.”

  “Are you hungry for dessert?” I try asking another normal question so she relaxes.

  “I saved a little room. Where are we going?”

  At that moment the car stops, and I open the door for her. When I step out and take her hand, I don’t let it go as we turn to face the building. “Here.”

  “Um, it looks like it’s closed.” She glances up and down the street as I step forward with her beside me.

  As if on cue, the door opens, and we are led inside the empty restaurant and to the back room with a single table inside. I hold her chair out for her and then take my seat. She looks around, taking in the room before she looks at me with wide eyes.

  “Okay, what is this place?”

  “It’s an invitation-only experience.” I smile as now she looks even more confused. “Tonight we have dessert, but it comes in seven courses.”

  “Seven!” she shouts then lowers her voice to a whisper. “Seven?”

  “I wanted to make the most of my time with you, little Pumpkin.”

  The server enters the room just as I see the blush blossom on her cheek. I have no doubt I’m going to enjoy every moment of my night with her.

  Chapter Nine

  Pumpkin

  I open my mouth as Miller feeds me another bite of crème brûlée. I had no idea eating dessert could be so exotic, but it is. Or maybe it’s Miller who makes it that way. I’m noticing a lot of things about him are making me see things differently. I look at him in a way I’ve never looked at another man before. I pay attention to everything he does, and it’s partly because I can’t keep my eyes off him.

  “You gave me the last bite of the crème brûlée. You must truly be falling in love with me,” I tease, because that was the best dessert I’ve ever had. He doesn't respond to my joke, and his face is impassive. “I was teasing,” I rush to say.

  Who brings up love on the first date? This girl. Maybe this could technically be our second if our time together on the plane counts.

  “Sigmund Freud said ‘a joke is truth wrapped in a smile.’” He smiles as he leans in. “I didn’t take it as a joke.”

  A rush of emotion fills my chest. Is he saying he’s falling in love with me? How is that even possible? We don’t even know each other, and I did only say falling in love. I mean, I can understand that because I think I am falling myself.

  I’m drawn to his mouth when he licks his lips, and I want him to kiss me again. He says something in Russian that I don’t understand before he lifts me out of my seat and onto his lap. I wrap myself around him as he kisses me so possessively, and I follow his lead. Then it’s me that’s climbing up his body and deepening the kiss. I want more of him, and the moment my lips touch his, it’s like a magnet.

  He tastes better than any dessert I’ve ever had. I’ve gone from thinking I couldn't have another bite to wanting to consume Miller. He releases my mouth, and I go for his neck, unable to stop. I nip at his ear, and he grunts while he grips me tighter. I can feel the heat of his excitement against my ass, and I wiggle against it. Without a word he’s out of the chair and moving. Suddenly he puts me down on the edge of an empty table and my legs spread as he pushes his way between them. They’re as wide as they can go to accommodate him, and it’s still not enough.

  Seeing my lipstick smeared on his lips and neck only fuels my desire. I need more.

  “I cannot control myself when you touch me.” He plays with the tie that holds my wrap dress together. “I want to see what secrets you hide from me under this.” He gently tugs on the tie, and it comes loose, but not enough to make the dress come apart. As much as he wants to, he waits for my permission.

  “Why don’t you find out?” I say in my best sultry voice before I bite the inside of my lip. This date tonight is moving fast, but I’m not ready to slow it down. My underwear is more about comfort than anything, but I try not to let it bother me as I lean back on my elbow. “I don’t think it’s going to be what you’re thinking.” I let out a small laugh, but as he peels my dress apart, all I can see is a primal flare in his eyes.

  “Never, my krasota.” He runs his eyes over my simple cotton bra and panties. Again he’s speaking Russian, but from the look in his eyes I know he enjoys what he sees.

  The hunger I see makes me feel bolder. I lean up and unsnap my bra next. My breasts fall free, and my nipples tighten under his gaze. They are begging for attention, but in reality my whole body is. I’ve never felt so many emotions rush through me at once, and it’s exhilarating.

  “It is now my turn to have my dessert.”

  “What? Why would—” My words trail off when he falls to his knees in front of me. I can feel his warm breath through my panties, and I realize I’m going to be his dessert. As hot as I already am, seeing him there is skyrocketing my desire. So much so that I’m sure it’s showing through my panties.

  “Miller. I’m—”

  “Wet for me.” He nods as he looks between my legs with what I can only describe as pride.

  I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, and I don't care that we’re in the middle of a restaurant. I want this—no, scratch that, I need this. My body aches, and he looks starved for me.

  He brushes his nose against the wet spot and then sucks in a deep breath. “You’re sweet everywhere, aren't you, my krasota?”

  I wiggle, lifting my hips so his mouth touches the wet spot on my panties.

  “You should find out,” I say, and I’m shocked that every shy part of me has left the building. Right now all I can think about is having him kiss me there.

  “Trust me. One day I’ll know how you taste everywhere. There will be not one spot on your lush, perfect body my mouth will not know.”

  I whimper at his words and wonder how he can possibly be real.

  “While that sounds wonderful, there is only one spot that I need you to taste right this second.”

  I feel him smile against me as a deep chuckle rolls over me. The vibrations against my clit make me cry out as he pulls my panties to the side and buries his face in my sex.

  I grip his hair, needing something to hold on to. His tongue is slow at first, circling my clit. He’s taking his time and savoring me. As much as I’m enjoying it, I need to come.

  “Please, Miller.” I can’t keep the need out of my voice.

  “An
ything for you, my krasota.” His Russian accent is thicker than ever before.

  He sucks my clit into his mouth while his tongue swipes back and forth. Then I feel him push his finger inside of me, and that’s all it takes. I was already so close to the edge since he picked me up tonight. I climax instantly as my back bows off the table, and I scream out his name.

  He drags it out of me, then kisses each of my thighs before pulling my panties down my legs. I have no idea what he’s doing, and at this moment I’d let him do just about anything to me.

  I open my eyes to see him shove my panties into his pocket, and the look on his face isn't one of joy. In fact, he looks pissed.

  “Right your dress,” he orders, his tone cold.

  I slip off the table while I grab my bra and then put it on. His back is to me the whole time, and I wonder if I’ve done something wrong. How have we gone from the most mind-blowing moment in my life to this? He’s not even looking at me anymore, and I’m starting to feel ashamed of my behavior.

  I watch as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and speaks in Russian so I can’t understand a thing he’s saying. It makes me think he’s hiding something, but right now my emotions are raw, so who knows? I had the most powerful orgasm of my life with a man who means more to me than he should at this point. A man that has seen more of me than anyone else.

  “Are you ready?” he asks as he turns to face me.

  I force a smile and nod. “Yes, I would like to go.”

  Even as I say it, I hate that I don’t want the night to be over. I just know I need to get away from him.

  Chapter Ten

  Miller

  When the driver pulls up to the curb, I yank the door open even before it’s come to a complete stop. I hold my hand out and try to remain gentle as I help Pumpkin into the backseat of the town car.

  I shout directions over the partition and then raise it for privacy. I glance over at Pumpkin and then force myself to look out the window as I draw in a deep breath.

  “Miller, I might not be as worldly as you when it comes to dating, but if you regret what happened back there, then I really don’t understand anything at all.”

  “Regret?” I turn to look at her and see her eyes are filled with tears. The shock of her sadness and confusion tears at my heart, and I go to pull her into my lap.

  “No, don’t touch me.” She holds her hands up and scoots away. The sight of it crushes me.

  “Pumpkin, why are you crying?” I look around the space of the car to see if the answer jumps out at me. “Are you hurt?” I think back to how I held her down and the bruises that will likely mark the insides of her thighs tomorrow. “I’m sorry I was not gentle.”

  “I just thought we were having a nice time.” She wipes away a stray tear, and I don’t understand.

  I move to the floor in front of her on my knees and force her to look at me. “Tell me what is in your head.” I bite back the growl of frustration as she looks out the window and tries to ignore me.

  “It doesn’t matter. Just take me home.”

  “We are not going to your home,” I say, and now she looks back at me quickly with her own confusion.

  “You asked if I was ready to go.” She looks out the window as if realizing we are not going in the direction of her parents’ home.

  “Da.” I stare up at her blankly, and she stares back, waiting. “You said you wanted to leave. I am taking you to my home for the night. I need you in my bed.” When she still doesn’t speak, I let the growl I’ve been biting back out. “Do you wish to return to your family home?”

  “I-I mean no, not really. But I thought you were mad at me.”

  I sigh as I take her hands in mine and then press a kiss to both of her palms. “Then I am sorry that I did not explain my meaning. I was angry that I lost control and I very much want you in my bed, my krasota.”

  “Oh.” Her cheeks flush as she ducks her chin.

  “I can make arrangements to take you home in the morning. I have much work still to do tomorrow, but I would very much like you to be in my arms when I wake.”

  She nods without answering, and I take the seat next to her again. “We miss communication?”

  “Da,” she answers playfully, and I pull her onto my lap.

  “Don’t tease me with Russian. If you were to speak it to me when I was inside you…” I bury my face in her neck and lick the spot under her ear. “I would cum instantly.”

  “Maybe I should learn a few phrases,” she says breathlessly.

  My house is not too far away, and when the car comes to a stop, I kiss her quickly before I exit and then help her out. I glance next door and see the light on in Frost’s house. He’s been home for hours, no doubt drinking alone. He’s worried about our meeting with our mother tomorrow, as I should be. But as I glance down at Pumpkin, I have no regrets on how I will be spending my night.

  “Is this where you live?” She glances up at the Victorian home with gothic architecture.

  “Da.” I take her hand and walk her up the stairs to the glass front door. “This is mine, and Frost lives next door.” I point to his house, and she glances over as I open the door for her.

  “Seriously? My sister and I used to talk about that all the time as kids. That one day we would grow up and live side by side.”

  “It was a necessity at first because of business, but we need to be close. Perhaps it is a twin thing?”

  When she walks inside, she gasps as she looks around. “This is incredible.”

  “We will tour the house later.” I tuck my hands into my pockets and finger the cotton of her panties. I will savor these in times when I can’t be next to her. She turns around to face me, and I walk so close my body presses against hers. “It’s time for bed.”

  “Already?” She bites her bottom lip as her hands spread across my chest.

  “Da.” My voice is thick as I reach down and grab her ass with both hands and lift her off the ground.

  I walk up the grand staircase and down the long hall until I reach the doors of the master bedroom. Once inside, I place her on her feet and then step back to strip off my suit jacket. I toss it on the chair next to me as my eyes move up and down her body.

  “I wish to see you again.” I raise my chin to her dress, and she lowers her lashes and plays with the tie.

  “What if I’m shy now?”

  I loosen the knot of my tie and slip it off as I begin to unbutton the sleeves of my shirt. “You will not be shy around me, my krasota.” She looks up, and I nod again to the dress. “Take it off for my pleasure.”

  She hesitates for only a moment while I take off my belt and toss it on the floor. I unbutton my shirt as she unties her dress and lets it fall around her like a waterfall. I step forward and take it from her and then carefully lay it across the chair. She’s standing there in heels and only a bra, and she looks mouthwatering.

  I swallow and swipe away the dampness on my lip, walking around her and staring. “Leave the heels. Strip the rest.” My words are demanding, but she does as I ask, and the bra falls to the floor quietly.

  I unbutton my shirt and go slowly so she can get her fill of me as well. Her eyes follow the tattoos on my chest and stomach and then lower. I toss my shirt to the floor and then strip off my pants and boxer briefs so she can see me fully naked. I palm my cock, and her eyes widen as the hard, full length juts up with need.

  “Do you like seeing me like this?” I ask bluntly, and she nods. “Do you want to touch my body?” She nods again. “Will you please?”

  “Um.” Her cheeks blush a dark shade of red as her hands move to cover her sex.

  I step closer to soothe her. “Shh. Do not be shy, little one. I know your innocence because I tasted your fresh petals. I will teach you how to please me.”

  “Okay,” she answers softly, and I kiss her. Even with her heels on she’s still a head shorter than me, and I have to dip down to touch them.

  There’s a long bench at the end of the bed, and I
move around her to sit on it. I place a pillow on the floor and point to it. “Kneel in front of me?” I ask, and she eagerly drops onto it.

  She keeps her eyes on my cock as I reach forward and run my fingers through her dark curls.

  “Now, I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself.”

  “Wait, I thought you meant…?”

  I shake my head. “It will please me to see how you like to be touched.”

  “Then we’ll have sex?”

  The smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I lean forward and kiss her gently. “We have all night, and I will have my fill.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Pumpkin

  His words and the soft touch of his lips to mine have my nerves starting to settle. This is all happening so fast. One second I thought he wanted me gone and my heart was breaking. Now it’s as if he never wants me to leave. Something about this man has captivated me, and I can’t stop this connection. He puts me at ease, and I find myself doing as he asks.

  I slip my hand slowly down to my sex and watch as his breathing grows heavier. A small drop of cum leaks from the tip of his cock, and I can see he’s turned on as much as I am.

  “Are you teasing me?” His voice is gruff now, and I think he might be fighting his own desire.

  He looks like he wants to grab me and have his way with me, but he’s holding back. His hands are fisted at his sides, and in this moment while I’m on my knees in front of him, I know I hold all the power. He’s issuing the orders, but I’m all he wants and the one making him fight for control.

  “I don’t think I know how to tease, to be honest,” I admit as I let out a small moan when my fingers find my clit.

  “Your every breath teases me, krasota.” He makes me feel as if I’m some sexy goddess dropped down in front of him.

  “Now use your other hand to spread the lips. I want to see you play with your hard little clit.” He sits in front of me with his legs spread, and I do as he ordered.