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would be all right and even if she didn’t understand what was said, Milly heard the reassurance in his tone and relaxed a little.
    Roman started to move inside her but the words carried on, and the intense pain subsided as slowly he thrust. “ Zveda moya  . . . ” Roman said, taking her deeper, and because he said it in Russian, she could never know he was calling her “my star.”
    Her body knew though, it reached towards the caress of his voice as he filled her and their cheeks were side by side as he used words he had never said to another, let alone felt.
    He moved up to his elbows and though Roman usually took forever to come, the tight grip of her, the way her hands were starting to dig into his buttocks had him close. He held himself on the delicious edge, just to watch her.
    Milly’s nails were digging in, she felt hot and swollen and ached for reprieve yet she never wanted this to end. Her body was lifting to his, meeting him rather than resisting the deep thrusts and the feel of him stretching her, taking her. Her thighs wanted to clamp together but his body was in between, not that that stopped her—she wrapped her legs around him and her toes were curling.
    “Roman . . . ” Milly was almost scared of what was building, there was no escape from her body and her neck arched and her thighs cramped as deep inside she throbbed to him and moaned as he stilled and his cock swelled further inside her.
    There was no holding on now for Roman, feeling her tight spasms dragged out his come and he pulsed it into her, watching her, feeling her milk him, till he should be spent but she eked out more, and those last flickers had him shoot out the last of his silver and the most dangerous of words.
    But they were in Russian, Roman told himself as he collapsed onto her as he tried to draw in air.
    Milly could not know, he assured himself, that in that moment he had thought he might love her.

Chapter Five

    M illy woke curled into Roman with her head on his chest and her body wrapped in his arms.
    She waited for regret to descend.
    It didn’t.
    So she waited for the self-recriminations to start, yet she had never felt more pleased with a choice in her life.
    Lifting her head, Milly looked over to the bedside clock and saw that in was close to six. Roman felt her stir and pulled her back down trying to get them both back to sleep but Milly knew that staff would soon be arriving en-mass.
    “I have to leave . . . ”
    “Stay a bit longer,” Roman mumbled.
    Milly was tempted to but she shook her head. She really didn’t want to be seen leaving Roman’s room. “I’m going to have a quick shower and then I really do have to go. When we spoke about being discreet . . . ”
    “Go and have your shower,” Roman said. He didn’t want to discuss money, a part of him just wanted her to stay, but last night had been a brief escape campaign. It was back to reality now and it was clear that she wanted to go. “I’ll take care of everything.” He lay there as Milly got out of bed and headed to the shower. Yesterday was starting to come back in pieces. The funeral, the cemetery, Isaak’s bombshell that he was going to marry Kate in a fortnight.
    Milly.
    Shit. He’d told her an awful lot.
    The memory of last night’s sex was starting to make itself known too. Roman did his best not to think about it—he was more than a touch uncomfortable with how intimate he had been with another.
    Roman climbed out of bed and headed to the wardrobe, the internal light came on as he opened the wardrobe door and he punched in the code to the safe.
    Roman pulled out an inordinate amount of cash.
    God, but she’d been worth it, he thought.
    He closed up the wardrobe and wrote a note on a pad and left it beside the cash and then got back into bed and drifted back to sleep.
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    Milly had on occasion, while working in Club, taken evening drinks and canapés to certain guests in the presidential suite.
    She