Billie and the Russian Beast - Theodora Taylor Page 0,18

we kiss, I reverse something I thought about Cheslav earlier.

He doesn’t play to win, I realize.

No…

He plays to conquer.

Chapter Nine

The next couple of days pass in a strange mix of passionate sex and hockey games. Then it’s Monday and time to call off work.

As a junior accountant, a lot of my work was done earlier in the tax season. I sent out 1099s and did most of the prep work for the few clients who turned all their stuff in more than a month before the deadline.

Still. March is not the month that any accountant in her right mind would ask for days off. So I don’t. I lie about being too sick with the flu and not being able to come until Thursday.

“Yes, I think staying home is probably for the best,” Laurie, our office manager. says, “I’ll have the other associates email you with any questions. Get well soon!”

I’m shocked by her response. I’d been bracing to get grilled about my symptoms. Last March, accountants had to be at death’s door if they called in sick. There had been so many people coughing and sneezing in the office, I’d known my annual flu shot was probably working overtime just like me.

But as it turns out, Laurie was on the right side of history with accepting my excuse and not guilting me about staying home. Later that day, local media explodes with the news that two women in South Carolina are suspected of having COVID-19. And one of them is in Charleston County.

I scroll through the news that evening as Cheslav and I eat Indian takeout and watch two teams he calls, “not too strong contenders for the cup” play against each other.

But at some point after dinner, I must have dozed off while rabbit-holing local, national, and global coronavirus news. I wake up to the sight of my dark legs strewn over Cheslav’s shoulders and his head moving between my legs. There’s also the feeling of his tongue inside of me. Deep. Deeper than I’d ever thought a tongue could go.

This is crazy, I think, even as I open my legs even wider and bring my hands down to nest in his bristled hair.

There’s a prude part of me that says I shouldn’t be okay with waking up to a man eating out my pussy. But that part gets drowned out by the newly discovered nasty girl part of me saying, “Yes, yes. Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t stop. And the prude voice inside my head goes mute as I arch my back off the couch and orgasm beneath Cheslav’s relentless mouth.

After I come down, he crawls up my body and finds my lips. This time the ones on top. Then he deep kisses those too while putting on a condom.

He still hasn’t spoken, but he doesn’t have to. I’m in full agreement with every silent order as he pushes into me.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, he picks me up and carries me to the window. Then he starts fucking me again, this time while looking down at the stadium where he plays.

“You will come to my game on Thursday,” he commands, his voice harsh in my ear.

Thursday…

“But that morning is my last day with you.”

He suddenly stops fucking me and shifts his gaze from over my shoulder and directly to me.

“Da…” he answers. “Our designated time together ends on Thursday morning, and the game is Thursday night.”

I shift against the windows cool glass, suddenly feeling awkward and heavy. “But that’s outside the scope of our agreement.”

“I would like you to come to game.” Cheslav’s voice is as grim as mine is confused. “My brother will meet you. Afterward, we all go for dinner.”

I blink. “You want me to meet your family?”

“Da. It is how you American’s say? NBD. No big deal.”

I jut out my chin. “Meeting your brother kind of feels like a big deal, Cheslav.”

Cheslav shrugs. “My brother would have come to game anyway.”

I cut my eyes to the side, not sure how to answer. He’s saying it’s NBD, but this thing between us was only supposed to last five days. Also, what he’s proposing sounds like a date, and my no athlete dating policy still stands.

“Billie…”

I inwardly jolt. This is the first time he has called me by my name. And when I look back up at him, I find his expression softer. Almost tender. “I would like you to come. I’m asking you to please come to game and sit in stands and watch.