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“I missed you.” My face presses against his chest before I pull back to look at him. “Am I allowed to say that?”

His lips twitch with a half-grin. “You can say it. I don’t mind.”

“I’m so glad.” My mouth grazes his cheek, then his jaw, and when his palms tighten at my waist, I stop teasing and kiss his lips, unable to get enough of this. “How was your meeting?”

“Good.”

“That’s it?”

“It was a meeting.” He shrugs. “People talked. I was bored. All I wanted was to come home to you.”

“Nice save.” I nod slowly. “I’m starting to get impressed with your boyfriend skills.”

“See? I’m learning.”

“I can tell.” I suck in a deep breath and brush my mouth over his again. “I like this.”

“What?”

“Being able to kiss you whenever I want now.”

He groans, his hand sliding into my hair before he kisses me, passion dripping between us as his tongue slides past my lips, swirling with mine. Heat rushes through me as he flips us around and pins me against the wall, his palm sliding up my thigh, rough fingers dragging over bare skin before finding the edge of my panties through my loose shorts.

The first slow press of his fingers through the fabric makes my knees go weak. He flicks my panties over and guides his fingers through my slit, letting out a rough growl when he finds me already soaked.

“Clearly, you did miss me.” The devilish grin he wears only sets me off even more.

My core is throbbing, my nipples achy and needing his mouth and touch to take the pain away. My fingers knot in his shirt as he slips two fingers inside me, thrusting slowly before tipping my chin up and forcing me to hold his stare.

“Anton,” I breathe against his mouth, my body growing desperate.

“You’re killing me, printsessa.”

His mouth descends along my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin while I fist his hair. His fingers continue fucking me, his thumb rolling around my clit until I’m hovering on the edge, desperate for the final push.

The instant I palm his cock through his trousers, a guttural sound rips from him. He catches my wrist, trying to stop me, but I stroke him anyway, watching his features harden as his fingers plunge farther inside me.

“You’re a bad girl.” His teeth catch my lower lip before his mouth moves along my jaw. “I came home to tell you something.” His fingers circle my clit with just enough pressure to make my hips follow his hand. “Not to fuck you.”

My shaky laugh dissolves into a whimper when he quickens his pace. “You’re doing a terrible job.”

His rough laugh vibrates against my skin as his fingers slide out, then drive back inside me with urgent strokes. “That’s because I can’t control myself around you.”

I turn in his arms and arch my ass against him, looking over my shoulder as his hard cock presses between my cheeks. “Let’s see how true that is.”

“Nu blyat, ty menya zeryozna ubivayish.”

“I think you need to start teaching me Russian.”

Keeping my back pressed to his chest, I reach behind me and catch the collar of his shirt, tugging until he bends over my shoulder and brings his mouth to mine. He comes willingly, one hand working his pants open while the other tangles in my hair, keeping me exactly where he wants me. He shoves my shorts and panties down, bends me over, and buries himself inside me with one punishing thrust.

“Yes. Yes, Anton!” My cry breaks as I brace my palms against the wall and take every brutal stroke.

“Ty ostaneshsya moyey.”

His pace turns merciless, his palm cracking across my ass and leaving a delicious sting behind. He reaches between my thighs to strum my clit while his cock pounds the perfect spot, each thrust pushing me closer.

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come.”