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When he put it like that

Down on the ground, a nondescript driver opened a door for me, but Sevastyan was the one who assisted me into the backseat

Inside, a privacy screen separated us froured they had to be bulletproof Sevastyan sat across from me--as far away as possible As we pulled out of the airport, he refused to look at aze focused out the

"So where is Kovalev’s place?"

"Outside of the city, on the Moskva River Around an hour away"

We were going to be trapped in this car together for an hour? With hier road, I pried lued hts, but all we passed arehouses that could’ve just as easily been in A differentiated theoing to see the city?"

"Nyet, Natalie" Hard no

In a defeated tone, I said, "Not a single onion do pictures of those quintessential Russian dohtly colored and bold--even before I’d seen the two tattooed on his bicep

"Perhaps you will," he said in an enigned; industrial parks dominated for mile after mile The ride was a special kind of hell "It’s warm Can I crack the ?"

"Out of the question," he snapped

I crossed my arms over my chest If I’d had a flower in hand, I would have plucked its petals: he wants ht I’d been convinced he desired more with me Today, not so much "I want to talk to you about what happened on the plane"

With a glance at the privacy screen, he lowered his voice to say, "We agreed to put that behind us" He sounded like he was trying to convince hiested it, and I vetoed Besides, you’re still thinking about it too"

"Why would you believe that?" he asked, his voice husky

"Because you’ve been shifting in your seat, and you’ve kept your coat buttoned in this warm car I’ll bet you’re hard behind thatabout it, because I can’t stop"

"Try," he said dis away from me once more

"It’s difficult when my every movement reminds me of e did" Because of this delicious, new, secret soreness I ad for the last two days" And I wouldn’t trade the experience, or the twinges, for the world

Gazing out the , he languidly curled his lips, his expression the epitorin Heart Beat Skipped Was thathis corrections? His face was always so unreadable; he must truly relish what he’d done to me

If he felt a fraction of the attraction that I did for hi himself a repeat? Maybe he routinely experienced that kind of pleasure with others The idea s like that all the time with tons of different women? I suppose I’m one of many"