“That is where we’re heading next,” he reminded her. “The public part of my life is all about polo.”
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sp; “I’d almost forgotten,” she admitted. Turning in his arms, she stared into his eyes. “Do you like that part of your life best?”
“Like it? I love it,” he freely admitted.
“You sound very passionate?”
“And you can’t stop asking questions, can you? So I’d better distract you,” he teased, stroking her. “Again?” he suggested.
“If you’ve got time?”
He had all the time in the world for Amber, tonight, at least.
Taking hold of him, she settled him inside her and worked him hard. After a while, he changed position, bringing her beneath him so they could both watch. It turned him on to see how aroused that made her.
They came together noisily with a huge amount of relief for both of them, but especially for him. “Any longer and I would have fucked you into next week and back,” he admitted as he collapsed on the bed alongside her.
Amber pulled a comic face of misery. “Are you trying to say there’s no chance of that now?”
He turned his head. “Are you disappointed?”
“What do you think?” she said.
Reaching out, he traced her cheek with his forefinger. “I think you’re a bad influence on me.”
“I’m a bad influence on you?” She laughed softly, contentedly. “It’s you who’s the bad influence. I’m very happy to have to inform you that you’re an extremely bad man.”
~o0o~
When Amber woke the next morning, the first thing on her mind was more of the same.
“Can’t you pause long enough for me to say good morning?” Alexei reprimanded when she reached for him.
She shook her head. “No.”
He laughed, and, pressing her knees back, sank deep. They eventually made it to the shower, where they fucked like rabbits. Shaking his head in mock disapproval when she stopped him getting out, he took her again, buffeting her repeatedly against the cool marble wall until she screamed her release. It was like the first time all over again, judging by her body’s responses.
“Better now?” he murmured when she sucked in some much-needed air.
“That should get me through the next five minutes.”
He laughed and made no objection when she nestled her face against his chest. Fighting off feelings where Alexei was concerned was getting harder all the time.
“Do you want to sleep some more?” he asked as he carried her back to bed.
“Certainly not,” she said with feeling. “By my watch, it’s exactly seven o’ clock. Amber Smith. Reporting for duty. Sir!”
Chapter Six
Alexei had a video conference with his colleagues in the Blood and Thunder polo team booked for noon, so Amber and Alexei reluctantly, lingeringly, and loath to stop touching each other, parted company at ten.
So now she would shower and change into her crew uniform. And possibly—probably—definitely, think about Alexei all day. Once you’d tasted ice, there was no turning back. Amber swung around to glance one last time through the door as it closed behind her. And breathe. Complete with hard, tanned muscles glistening in the suds, and what looked like a day’s worth of stubble, Alexei was still lolling in his billionaire-sized bath in his billionaire-sized facilities “Plutocrat,” she flung over her shoulder as she let the door swing shut on his marble temple to everything that was way beyond her reach.
“Mouth,” he drawled contentedly as the door closed, sinking lower into the water.
“Yeah, and don’t you love it,” Amber murmured, smiling as she turned to go.