Stay With Me (A BWWM Russian Billionaire Romance Novel) (Imani's Russian Billionaire Series Book 1) (6 page)

He smiled and then he groaned as he watched her take the tip of his length into her mouth, pulling back on his foreskin. She swirled her tongue around, and he gripped the sheets tightly.

“
Thania
,” he moaned, when she licked him from tip to stem, and then pushed her mouth down his length.

She wasn’t able to get his entire length in her mouth, but that didn’t matter, because to Vlad, her soft, hot tongue, and her tight, warm mouth, felt better than having sex with most of his former partners. So, when she bobbed her head up and down on him, he exploded inside her mouth in no time at all. His climax was a sweet, piercing agony, followed by the most exquisite release of is life. When it was over, he felt relaxed but more alive than ever.

“Thank you,” he told her, and she smiled as she lay down beside him and snuggled in. He put his arm around her and, with her head on his shoulder, they both fell asleep.

H
e woke
up sometime in the night to Thania kissing his neck, and rubbing her hands along his chest. In moments, he was rock hard again.

“Thania,” he whispered into the darkness of the bedroom.

“Mmmm,” she replied, her mouth otherwise occupied with his nipples. She moved up and straddled him, and he realized her intentions.

“No, not like that,” he said, as he wrapped his arms around her and flipped them both over, so that he was on top.

“Why?” she whispered, sounding bewildered.

“Because,” he replied, as he gently pushed her hair off her forehead, “I want the memory of looking down into your eyes as we made love.”

He saw her smile, and he leaned down to kiss her, this time just as sensuous as the first. He reached over to his nightstand and quickly put on a condom.

“Are you ready for me?” he whispered as she spread her legs, and he nudged her entrance with his cock.

“I’m not sure,” she replied honestly, and he laughed softly.

“Well, too bad, then,” he said with a smile, and then she pulled his head down for another kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulled away so he could watch her face as he pushed his way into her. She was wet again, and his dick throbbed to be inside her. Her pussy felt like a sucking vise against his cock, and they both moaned as he slid all the way in on one push. They both breathed deeply as her body adjusted to him. He was shaking already with the need to thrust, but he waited.

“You are incredible, Thania,” he said, and she reached up and touched his face so gently that something inside him broke a little.

This woman has changed me
.

He kissed her again as he slowly moved inside her, his body reveling in what felt like the most exquisite pleasure of his life. No one else would ever compare to her, he was sure of that now. They moved together slowly at first, gently, as if love was in the room with them. But soon, lust moved in, and they were both pushing and pulling, harder and harder. She felt so good underneath him that he started to pump into her, searching for the pinnacle that he knew was within reach.

But he wanted her to find release first, so he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, making love to her breasts while she moaned underneath him. He pulled up and thrust his tongue in her mouth, as he moved one hand down between their bodies to her clit. It was hard, and he pushed the hood aside gently, as he continued to thrust his cock into her.

“
Vlad
,” she groaned against his lips, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

She felt too good. So he pushed hard on her clit and she came, her tight tunnel milking his dick to the point of pain. Once her body had stopped quivering, she grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him hard. She lifted her knees and he placed his hands behind them, pushing them down toward the mattress so that she was open as wide as possible.

He rammed into her then, their bodies making the music first heard millions of years ago. She was moaning and he was sweating, and he knew he would never be the same again after this night with her. But he wanted this, he wanted her, and that was his last thought, before he came so hard that he was momentarily blinded by the explosions rocketing throughout his body.

T
hania woke
up in Vlad’s arms, the sun shining through his windows onto her face. From the angle of the rays, she could tell it was still quite early, probably just after dawn.

Her body ached in that delicious just-had-amazing-sex way, and she sighed. It was the best night of her life, if she was honest with herself, but she hated to admit it. Admitting it meant that she might feel hurt when he didn’t call or ask her out again. And he had made it clear last night that this was a one-time deal.

“…
o
nce the stores are stable
, I’ll be heading back to Russia.”

“
I
want
the memory of looking down into your eyes as we made love.”

S
he knew
before they slept together that this was a one-off for him. She hadn’t cared then, and had decided to sleep with him anyway, so there was no point in wanting something she could not have. She was a practical woman with a phenomenal career ahead of her, and she did not have time to worry about Vlad, or any other man for that matter.

You are running away before he can
.

She looked at him as he slept beside her, his face and body so beautiful to her that she felt tears well up. She pushed them back down, and snuggled into his arms for just one more minute. In his sleep, Vlad pulled her closer against him, and kissed her temple.

Just be glad that you had this time with him. You’ll be fine
.

She decided to creep out of bed and leave before he woke up. It was cowardly, she could admit that too, but it seemed like a better alternative to a conversation that ended with “see you never.” She moved out from under his arm slowly, praying he wouldn’t wake up. After a full five minutes, she tried to slide off the bed gracefully, but flopped onto the floor and landed on all fours, frozen. She waited to hear if he had woken up, but he didn’t move at all.

This is really dignified
.

She crawled across the plush carpet and grabbed the sweatpants, pulling them on. She couldn’t find her panties after a ten second search, so she gave up on them. She couldn’t remember where the t-shirt was until she thought really hard. Vlad had removed it in the hallway last night, so with her face flushed at the memory of The Hallway Incident, she crawled out there and retrieved the shirt.

She felt almost victorious as she slowly stood up after putting on the t-shirt. She really wanted to get out of there before he woke up and they had a super awkward encounter. She was a big girl, and she could accept last night for what it was—two adults simply enjoying themselves.

She watched Vlad from the doorway for a few moments, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t memorizing how he looked as he slept. She had finally turned to leave, her chest aching, when she spotted her dress hanging in Vlad’s closet next to his bed.

Cursing inwardly, she dropped down to all fours again and crawled over the entire expanse of his enormous bedroom to the closet. She stood up slowly, attempting to make as little noise as possible, and removed the ruined gown from the hanger. Ruefully, she rolled it up and tucked it under one arm before dropping to the floor once again. And right there, in her line of sight, were her custom made heels.

Sounding like a truck driver inside her own head, she leaned forward and grabbed the shoes. Having convinced herself that the only chance for a dignified retreat was to crawl, she put the straps of the shoes into her mouth, tucked the dress under her arm again, and made much slower progress toward the bedroom door.

This is not a good look
.

Annoyed at her inner commentary, she stood up immediately when she reached the door for the second time. She glanced back at Vlad for only a minute this time, figuring she had already pushed her luck enough, before she turned and jogged lightly down the hallway.

She found her clutch in the living room and pulled out her phone to call a taxi. Unbelievably, she was told it would take forty-five minutes for them to get to Vlad’s home. Knowing that staying there was not an option, she tiptoed to the foyer, and opened the fifteen foot arched solid mahogany doors with as little noise as possible.

She made it, she thought after she shut the enormous doors behind her. She lightly jogged down the front steps and stepped onto the driveway.

Damn, it was a pebbled forecourt, something she hadn’t remembered from last night. But she had been wearing heels last night, and had been so shocked by the size of Vlad’s home, that the driveway could have been on fire for all she would have noticed.

Get on with it. Don’t be such a sissy. You did not do all that crawling just to get caught now.

So she started to walk down the driveway, hopping from one bare foot to the other, as the pebbles hurt her feet. She considered putting her high heels back on, but figured she was already enough of a hot mess—shimmery, four-inch silver sandals did not need to be added to the mix. It was bad enough that she had stolen his clothes. She figured he would consider it a small price to pay in exchange for her having left before he woke up, thereby alleviating him from the ‘morning after’ talk.

I am quite the benevolent soul
.

Wondering what, exactly, she had done to piss off Karma, she continued to trudge down the driveway, the stones cutting into her delicate feet. Even so, she felt freedom looming in front of her. She was almost to the street, where she could just find a shady patch of grass to sit on while she waited for the taxi.

Then she turned the last corner and saw it—Vlad’s closed gate—something else she apparently had not noticed last night.

I
t stood
there before her like the Berlin Wall. On one side was an embarrassment of riches (emphasis on ‘embarrassment’), and on the other side was freedom. She knew that was not exactly the history of the Berlin Wall, but she was out of time to consider other metaphors. She needed to be on the other side of that obstacle.

Slowly, she walked up to the huge gate (why was everything so gigantic here?), and stared at the electronic keypad that allowed access to and from the house.

Not the ‘house’. The mansion. The estate. The castle. Whatever
.

She was irritated now, which was much more preferable to the fear of being discovered. She figured there was no way Vlad would see her out here so far from the house.
The mansion, the estate, the castle, whatever
.

She had absolutely no idea what the code could be, and there was no way she was going to try some combinations and hope she figured it out. With her awful luck this morning, the police would come after the third wrong code. So, she took the only remotely feasible option at that point.

I’m going to climb it
.

Never mind that the gate was solid wood, with barely any places for footholds or handholds. And never mind that the last thing she had climbed was a tree over twenty years ago—she could do this. Well, there was the rock wall at the gym—she’d climbed that, right?

You never climbed that. You walked up to it, looked up to the top, told your personal trainer to shove off, and threw your helmet in the bin.

Ignoring all detractors, even the one inside her head, she tossed her clutch up and over the gate. Except she didn’t quite make it, and the clutch hit the gate, opened up, and fell with all of its contents raining down upon her. She heard the crash of her cell phone on the pebbles, and her lipstick hit her on top of her head. She sighed and tried again—there was no way that she could climb the gate while holding all of her stuff. She tossed the cellphone again, and it made it to the other side, which she considered a victory.

Great, now you have a broken cellphone on the opposite side of the wall. Go you.

Flinging her wallet, clutch, and lipstick with much more gusto, she got them each over on the first try. Or second, but why be technical? She was equally as successful with each of the shoes and the dress. Well, one of the shoes was stuck in a tree on the other side, but so what? It was on the other side.

Feeling the adrenaline flow through her at the thought of imminent freedom, she figured she needed to get herself over the gate too, since it was probably pretty close to forty-five minutes at that point, and all she needed now was a taxi continuously honking and waking up Vlad, while she was still stuck on this side of the gate.

She placed one bloodied foot on the bottom “rung” of the gate, and was just about to step up, when she noticed a bright pink cylindrical shape on ‘her’ side of the gate. Sighing, she got down. It was her never-leave-home-without-it emergency tampon. It must have fallen out of her clutch, too. She could just imagine Vlad finding that—her humiliation would be complete.

Having no pockets, no bra, and no panties to stuff the tampon in, she put it in her mouth like she was a dog holding a stick. It would occur to her later that she should have tossed it over the gate like the other items, and her only excuse would be that she had been trying to think without coffee. Really, coffee had magical qualities. It made her funnier, nicer, and definitely smarter.

So she tried again, this time with the tampon firmly clenched in her mouth. She put her foot on the little ledge she called a rung, and pulled herself up about four inches.

At this rate, you’ll be over by this time next week. Vlad will never notice.

Determined to get over the damned gate come hell or high water, she kept going. The only other option was to head back to the house.
Mansion, estate, castle, whatever.
She’d have to wake Vlad up, and explain to him her misadventures, and at that point, climbing the metaphorical Berlin Wall seemed preferable.

“Going somewhere?”

S
he turned
around slowly while she still clung to the gate, four inches above the ground.

There stood Vlad, all handsome and debonair, with a gigantic grin on his face.

“Erhmm,” was the sound that came out of her mouth before she remembered the bright pink tampon, spit it out, and tried again. “Actually, yes,” she said with conviction.

Die on the hill, girl. Die on the hill.

“Can I help you in some way?” he said, as he walked right up to her and lifted her off the gate.

“Hey!”

“It’s okay, Thania. If you really want to leave, I will have my driver take you home. There was no need for you to go through all of…this,” he said as he gestured to the pebbled driveway and the bright pink tampon. He placed her gently on the ground, and she immediately flinched in pain.

“What’s wrong?” he exclaimed.

“Nothing,” she mumbled, moving from one foot to the other. “It’s just that my feet…”

“Let me see,” he demanded, and she decided that she did not like his tone.

“No.”

“What? Why?” he demanded again. “I
can
help you, you know,” he continued as he smiled gently at her.

Maybe you should die on another hill. Some other day.

“Okay,” she said softly, and he immediately picked her up again and then sat down with her on his lap.

“Let me see.”

She turned one foot over, and he made a tsk-tsking sound in the back of his throat. She tried to pull her foot away but he wouldn’t let her.

“Stop,” he said, and she crossed her arms. “This is bad, Thania. What were you thinking?”

She looked at him as he gently held her foot in his hand, and wondered the same thing.

“I wanted to leave,” she said simply, as if her behavior had been perfectly normal.

“Okay. Why didn’t you just wake me up? I would have driven you myself, or had my driver take you if you preferred.” He made it all sound so reasonable, as if she hadn’t had to worry about an awkward conversation.

I think it’s safe to say at this point that we did not avoid the awkward conversation
.

“I don’t know. I just wanted to leave,” she said again, while she tried not to feel his body against hers, and tried not to notice that his chest was bare and so, so sexy in the early sunlight.