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she showed a lot of it today since she only wore a bikini.
    Where she was short, she made up for anything she might be lacking in curves. Her waist tucked in to offset perfectly big hips and a plump ass he could easily dig his fingers into. Christ, his cock was hard.
    Laughing softly, he purposely moved in front of her to block the sun. She squinted then blinked up at him. When she saw him, she laughed.
    “Back already?”
    His damn eye twitched again. God this woman was strange.
    “What are you talking about?” His accent grew thicker as it always did when he got angry or...emotional.
    She shook her head at him and turned around so she could look up at him. Her cheek was red where she’d been lying on it and her skin had a sexy sheen to it that brought erotic images to his mind.
    “I knew you’d be back here sniffing around.”
    He had the urge to clean himself after that comment. “I do not sniff around. That’s a lykaen thing.”

    Her eyes closed as she laughed. “It is,” she said coming to a stand. She stood mere inches from him.
    Dmetri didn’t know what to make of her. She was a puzzle. No one had ever approached him so boldly—unless he ordered it. She didn’t seem intimidated by him in the least. It was as if she thought him like any other ‘fellow’. The thought curled his lip with disgust.
    She leaned into him, closing her eyes, and softly sniffed his chest. Her breath let out on a delicate sigh that made his heart feel strange in his chest. And then she laid her hand on his chest and looked up at him.
    “You smell rich—”
    “I am,” he interrupted.
    She clamped her lips together, but her eyes were laughing. He looked down at the tanned hand on his black jacket and noticed her nails weren’t long or painted but blunt. He’d always loved the look of long nails, but then he couldn’t really picture this wild woman taking the time to paint her nails. She’d probably find it...frivolous.
    “Rich and...” she leaned forward and pressed her nose as close to his neck as she could.
    She barely came up to his chest and damn he wished she were taller just then. When she spoke again her voice was a little husky. “Delicious.”
    Dmetri’s skin coiled warm and tight. She was so vibrant and golden. He wanted to eat her up.
    “Come to dinner with me.”
    An eye roll and then she walked away to turn off the obnoxious radio.
    “Don’t you know how to ask?” While she laughed at him all he could think about was bending her over his lap and spanking her until she apologized—with her mouth on his cock.
    Striding to her, he grabbed her hand. She seemed startled but let him hold it. Her hands weren’t very smooth but homely with some calluses on the palms. He rubbed his thumb across her palm, feeling her warm skin against his cooler skin. The pulse at her throat jumped and he’d never felt more triumphant—she wanted him.
    “Will you come out to dinner with me, millaya moya? ” Her eyes lit up with something, he hoped it was excitement. “Trying to woo me with sexy Russian, huh?”
    He smiled. “If that is all it takes then I will speak in Russian from now on. Vse dlya vas. ”

    “Stop or you’ll make me shiver.” She picked up the radio and headed towards the sliding glass doors.
    Realizing she hadn’t answered his question, he asked again. “Will you come to dinner with me?”
    She opened the door then paused to look back at him. One hand came to her chest as she cocked her head to the side to think about it. She hummed as her fingers rubbed closer and closer to her breast. Full, luscious breasts he planned to make great use of. Dmetri watched that hand move closer to the mound then stop just short of it. His mouth actually watered.
    “No,” she said sweetly then turned inside.
    Grinding his teeth, he snatched her arm. She looked up at him in surprise, her lips slowly curling into a little grin. God, she was going to drive him crazy.
    “You said if I asked you then you’d say yes. I