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and she made a high-pitched mewling noise. He slammed into her again, held
onto her hips tighter, his fingers pressed so deep into her skin he knew there
would be bruises, and he fucked her like he’d never fucked a woman before.
    He owned her, and the marks would
show that possession. He was going to come, and he was going to explode into
her tight body.
    Groaning and squeezing his eyes
shut, he felt her milk him and knew she was having another orgasm. He came in
her, filling her pussy with his hot jizz , pumping it
deep into her, and feeling the strength sucked out of him.
    When his orgasm ended he pulled out
of her clenching body, and stayed on his knees behind her just watching his cum
slip from her cunt. The white spunk slipped down her pussy lips and dripped
onto the sheets.
    “Fuck, that’s hot.”
    Viktor finally collapsed on the bed
beside her, and turned his head to look at her. She was now on her belly, her
arms out in front of her, her eyes closed. The perspiration was glossed over
her, making her flesh almost seemed shimmery in appearance. It was hot as hell.
He reached out and pushed a piece of damp hair away from her forehead, and she
slowly opened her eyes.
    “You wore me out.”
    He couldn’t help the chuckle that
came from him.
    “Yeah, well you drained me fucking
dry.” He was crude with his words, but her smile told him she didn’t care.
    “I could fall asleep right now,”
she said in a sleepy voice.
    He cupped her cheek, smoothed his
thumb over her bottom lip, and couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss her.
    “Then sleep, baby.”
    Karina closed her eyes, and he
pulled the blankets over them. He lay there, hearing her breathe, knowing she’d
fallen asleep, and realizing this woman had changed something in him with just
one night. He’d never be the same, and how fucking incredible, if not insane,
was that?

Chapter Seven
     
    Karina slowly woke, but before her
eyes were even open she knew she was alone. She lay there, staring at the
ceiling in Viktor’s bedroom, hearing the clock on the bedside table ticking off
the time, and remembering everything about last night.
    She was on her back, and smoothed
her hands outward, feeling the chilled sheets along her skin, and closing her
eyes at the memories, the soreness between her thighs, and the scent of Viktor
touched every part of her, filled every sense.
    She stayed like that for a few
seconds, and when she opened her eyes and sat up, she looked around the room.
Everything was neat and in order, exactly how she expected it to be. But last
night she’d only vaguely glanced at her surroundings, her body and mind so
wound up, so in tune to Viktor that nothing else had mattered.
    It was then that she saw a slip of
paper on Viktor’s pillow. It seemed kind of cliché, but she found herself
holding her breath, not sure what the note would say. Clearly he wasn’t home,
but kicking her out didn’t mean he had to be here, either.
    Had
a conference call. Sorry to leave, but didn’t want to wake you. A car will take
you to La Terrice at eleven and take you to have
brunch with me.
    Not
about to end this, Karina.
    -Viktor
    Her hand started to shake on its
own as she reread the letter several times. She was honestly surprised, because
no matter what he said, which could have been done because of the heat of the
moment, she’d thought this would be a onetime thing. She was not like the women
he’d been with, and because of that, and the fact she was his employee, Karina
just assumed he’d said those things because he’d wanted her in his bed. The
nightmare of the morning after had briefly filtered through her mind, and the
awkwardness of seeing him, maybe experiencing his rejection, of course consumed
her, especially when first waking.
    But it didn’t turn out that way.
    No, and that made this even
stranger. Still, she was excited about the prospect of having lunch with him,
of seeing exactly what his plans were, his thoughts, for all of this.
    Her