best sex of my life and then the woman left. Every man’s dream, right? I’m not glad. I want her back. I want to sleep holding her, with my nose in her coconut and lime hair.
Then I want to wake her up, repeatedly, and fuck her all over again. I want her to fetch my mail to me in my study, between her perfect little white teeth, crawling. I want her to sit on my knee while I pet her, feed her, and treat her like the precious fucking thing she is. Then I want to fuck her again and again. I want to do this every day, for however long it takes for us to be sated. Which, the way I feel right now doesn’t seem possible.
Cassie was never going to be a once and done kind of a woman for me, and now I know just how much more she is, and I don’t know what the fuck to do about it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Cassie
Walking away from Konstantin last night was one of the hardest things I’ve done in my life, but I did it because of what Andrius said. I thought about his words, as I first got into bed with Konstantin, and I decided there and then I’d finish the night by walking away.
I can make him chase me if that’s what it takes.
In fact, once I did the deed and walked away, it did me good. I felt empowered because I realized that I really was okay with going back to my own room. I’d made a conscious choice to have great sex and take responsibility for that and the aftermath. I didn’t need the big man to make me feel okay. I went back to my own bed like the adult woman I am and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
Maybe the sleep bit was due to the unbelievable orgasms I had.
It was the best I’ve had ever bar none. I smirk as I think about it now, in the kitchen alone, again, thank the lord. I really like being able to make myself a snack or a drink now and again, and I’ve figured out when the housekeeper is out of the room for her break.
The man made me come three times, I think as I grab a carton of almond milk, some bananas, and some chocolate spread. Smoothie time.
Three times, and they were all epic. God, but he’s good in bed. Intense, focused, passionate.
I’ve got my ear buds in and one of my favorite songs playing, Peter Gabriel, Sledgehammer. I love the beat, it’s sexy. I wiggle my hips in time to the tune and wonder how I’ve never felt so alive before. So very alive.
My whole body is still on a high from the sex, and I want more, more, more. I swear, I’m addicted to that man already. To his big hands, and his even bigger cock, his gorgeous scent, and his amazing taste.
Humming along, I shriek when a voice close by says, “I see you got what you went looking for last night.”
I pull my ear buds out and turn to face Andrius. He’s leaning against the counter, cocky smirk fastened in place.
“Can’t a girl dance without men making assumptions.”
“So I’m wrong.”
I can’t stop the damn stupid smile that plays over my lips.
“Ha,” he says playfully.
I glance around and see no one around or lurking in the corridor outside. “I took your advice,” I whisper.
“Ah the chase, as old as time.” He reaches beyond me and grabs a jar of coffee. “I know Konstantin well. He always goes for women who don’t challenge him at all. Then … he gets bored.”
“Who gets bored?”
I jump at the sound of Konstantin’s voice.
“You do,” Andrius says, and I want to hide.
“Oh?”
“Yes, with these vacuous model types you insist on dating. I was simply telling our friend Cassie here that you get bored because they don’t challenge you.”
Konstantin stares at Andrius then bursts out laughing. “Is this for real? Who are you, and what have you done with Andrius?”
“Still him, and to prove it to you, we will now retire from the lady here, to discuss all the ways we can make Popov suffer, painfully.”
“And Denis,” Vasily says as he joins our little party.
“Not Liza, though,” I say.
“Yes, Liza,” Vasily shoots back. “Fucking bitch.”
“She’s pregnant,” I say.
“Yes, I don’t think we can kill the pregnant lady,” Andrius says.
“Yes, we can.” Vasily crosses his arms over his chest and shoots daggers at me.
“No, you really can’t,”