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Not something I find erotic, my angel.” He spoke the endearment in Russian, which warmed her heart—and made her nipples stand at attention. Judging from his sly smile, he knew exactly what effect his beloved low, husky voice was having on her.
    As if that weren’t enough, she felt his hand slide up through her hair and gently cup her skull. Then his grip tightened, taking a small handful of hair with it, until her head bent back and a soft gasp of ecstasy escaped her lips. God, he was brilliant at this. Every time he did it, she went limp. Instantly submissive.
    “Have you forgotten something, angel?” Aleks murmured, letting go of her hair, his hand gliding to her shoulder to give her a tiny nudge.
    He didn’t need to drop the hint twice. Falling to her knees, she planted kisses on both his feet, just as David had done for her the other night. That remembered image, coupled with the overwhelming rush of her own submission, made her clit throb and her breath quicken. She slowly lifted her gaze to him, pleading without words.
    “I’ve missed having you at my feet.” His fingers toyed with her hair, caressed her now-burning cheek. “You look so beautiful down there.”
    Another triggered memory. She’d used almost the same words with David. A fresh wave of heat swept through her, leaving her drenched and shaking. Good God, what was Aleks waiting for? If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d tear her clothes off and do it herself. “P-Please…” she whimpered.
    And there was that sardonic twist of his lips, telling her just how much he relished making her wait. “So impatient. Perhaps I should take you right here on the table.”
    Oh, and he’d do it too—in fact, he had done it once, months ago. Over the seven years they’d lived here he’d fucked her in every room and on every piece of furniture, even the piano bench in his study. They’d made such a racket, Simone and Henri had come running. Despite her rampant arousal, Colette wasn’t eager to experience that kind of humiliation again.
    “The bedroom would be much more comfortable,” she whispered finally. “And we wouldn’t disturb Simone—”
    “Simone’s been married three times. I doubt there’s anything we’ve done that she hasn’t.”
    “Aleks, please . Don’t be cruel. I need you so badly…” He didn’t like for her to beg unless he ordered her to do it, but she couldn’t stop herself. Couldn’t he see she was about to go up in flames? Didn’t he want her as much as she did him?
    He cradled her face in both hands, and for a moment she thought he was preparing to slap her. Instead, he stood, offering his hand to help her up, then led her back to the bedroom.
    Off came his robe the moment the door swung shut. The smooth silk slithered from his powerful shoulders to pool on the floor. Colette’s hands froze on the belt of her own robe as she stood transfixed, taking in her husband’s well-muscled body. His strong arms had learned well how to master and cherish her over the years. A torso that could’ve been carved from marble, if not for the heavy dusting of crisp, dark hair that her fingers ached to bury themselves in. Solid, sinewy thighs, and the magnificent cock rising between them, already fully erect.
    All else forgotten, she sank to her knees again, palm wrapped around his thick shaft, easing back the foreskin to expose the plump, rosy tip. His pre-come’s salty-bitter flavor exploded on her tongue like the finest wine, and she licked at it eagerly, sucking the head into her mouth, then slid down slowly, taking as much of him as she could without choking.
    A few minutes of licking and flicking was all either of them could stand. With a frustrated grunt, Aleks pulled out and began slapping her face with his cock, several times on each hot, flushed cheek. It was one of Colette’s true regrets that she’d rarely been able to bring him off this way. He liked to thrust into her mouth during oral sex, but doing so risked