章 211: | Fruit-Scenting Flesh

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍

I woke up to the unfamiliar feel of a slender body in my arms and the faint smell of doozies in my nostrils. Opening my eyes, I caught a glimpse of tangled blond hair spread across the pillow in front of me and a slim, pale shoulder peeking out from under the blanket.

For a moment, the sight startled me, but then I remembered.

I was with Milan Vladimir, the interpreter the Russians hired for yesterday's meeting.

Memories of last night rush into my brain, making my blood surge.

Fuck, it had been hot. More than hot. Scorching.

Everything about her had been perfect, the sex so intense that just thinking of it made me hard. I don't know what I had expected when I showed up on her doorstep, but what happened last night wasn't it.