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“I’m sure we can make it work.” Even if it means going back to Dr. Lenz’s consultation room full time. I really don’t care where I practice, as long as I am practicing. And as long as I’m with Dimitri.

“Look at you. You’re all wrapped up in him.” Her smile is quiet and knowing. “I’m glad you found your one.”

After that, we fall silent, both talked out. Before long, her breathing evens out, and soft snores fill the room.

I reach over and gently run my fingers through her midnight-dark hair. “I’m glad to have you back,” I whisper. Then, careful not to wake her, I slip out of bed.

All this talking about Dimitri has only made me miss him more.

40

GRACE

I find him pacing in his room. He glances up sharply as I enter, then goes still.

“You’re here,” he says slowly.

He’s gonzo over you. I smile as Millie’s voice echoes in my head.

Is he really?

My chest tightens with the love swelling inside me, so immense it scares me. I’ve never felt this for anyone—except her. But with him, it’s different, more consuming. “I’m here,” I murmur, walking toward him.

He turns to face me fully, those intense blue-green eyes scorching over my body. My heart pounds erratically, slamming against my ribs. I want him to feel this too—the ache, the need. Gonzo or not, I want him crazy for me.

When I stop in front of him, I place my palm on his shoulder, then drag it slowly down his arm, feeling the muscle tense beneath my touch. He inhales, eyes going heavy-lidded, but he remains still and watches.

I take his hand, threading our fingers together, and lead him toward the bed.

At the foot of it, I let go and gently push him back onto the mattress. He lands with a bounce, staring up at me.

“What are you doing, solnyshko moyo?” he asks, voice husky and low.

I know moyo means mine. And I am undeniably his. But he’s also mine.

“I want to make you feel good,” I answer, fingers fumbling slightly as I unbuckle his belt and yank it free. Then I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his pants and drag them down his legs, exposing the tent in his boxer briefs.

His erection strains against the fabric, and my core clenches, heat flooding me as my body overheats for him. But this isn’t about me—not yet. I run my palm over his bulge, pressing firmly through the thin cotton of his boxers. He groans, hips bucking up, and a wet patch blooms across the front of his boxers. Precum.

My mouth waters at the memory of his taste, and patience abandons me. Without another thought, I tug his boxers down. He lifts his hips to help me, and his cock springs free, angry and red, veins throbbing, the wide head already glistening.

“Your penis is so pretty,” I whisper, awe thick in my voice as I wrap both hands around the hard length. It’s so hot, and yet the skin is silky smooth to the touch. I stroke slowly from base to crown, and another deep groan rumbles through him, his head falling back, neck corded.

“Are you trying to torture me? Pay back the favor?”

“No, baby,” I murmur, leaning in. “I want to make you feel good.” I mean it—I want him wrecked for me the way he has me wrecked for him.

I tighten my grip around the base and sink my mouth down his length. My lips stretch wide to accommodate his girth, tongue pressed flat against the ridged underside, and I keep going until the tip of him hits the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in, and I choke, saliva dripping down the corner of my lips.

He collapses back against the mattress, his groan vibrating through his cock into my chest, making my pussy throb, wetness soaking the bikini bottoms I’m still wearing. I squeeze my thighs together, forcing myself to ignore the insistent ache. This isn’t about me, damn it.

I suck him slowly at first, savoring the feel of him until I find a rhythm. Then I pick up the pace, hollowing my cheeks as I swirl my tongue around the head, gathering every salty bead of precum.

“Fuck!” he explodes.

With one hand, I cup his balls, gently rolling their weight before giving a careful tug, while my other hand strokes the base where my mouth can’t reach. I work him like that, over and over, until he’s twisting against the sheets, his fingers fisting in my hair to guide me lower.

I follow his direction, swallowing around him as he sinks deeper into my mouth, and he yells, body arching off the bed. My throat spasms around his cock, and despite my best efforts, I choke again.