Russian Billionaire's Virgin Assistant

“You’d be surprised by a lot of things you don’t know about me, Ruth Miracle,” I told her before kissing her again.

This would be her first time. The one she’d tell her friends about — not the frantic fuck in the back of the car. This time, every cool breath I blew on a hot trail of skin I had kissed and sucked. The hot, rich, heady scent of her pussy, dripping wet for me. The tiny whimpers she probably didn’t even realize she was making, a sound for each part of her I touched. Her endless curves, the expanses of her soft skin, the way she would twist in my grasp just to try to get even more contact. The salt of her sweat on my tongue — even mingled with the sweet desserts I had smeared over her.

I took as much care as I could tolerate building her up, ignoring my aching need, touching her and kissing her and whispering to her until she couldn’t take anymore, dragging me forward with her heels against my ass.

“Please,” she whispered. “Oh, Max, please.”

I was powerless to resist that — I would give her anything if she just fucking asked for it, but Ruth Miracle was so impossible. She would never tell me what she truly wanted. Would always leave me to guess. Would always get angry at the little trinkets and things I sent her way. And I loved that about her. Loved that I couldn’t buy her no matter how hard I tried, no matter what I gave her.

Still, I eased into her, barely giving her my tip, shuddering at the effort it took to keep from burying myself to the hilt, from pumping into her and taking what was mine.

Mine.

This was all mine. Every touch. The way her eyelids lowered and she watched me up through her lashes. The way her thighs pressed against either side of my ribcage. The way her pussy fluttered around me, trying to draw me in further.

I wouldn’t be rushed. If this was the first time that I wanted her to remember, I was going to draw out every single last detail. I would savor every sound, every touch, every word she would use to beg me for more.

“Need you,” she panted, angling her hips to try to tempt me further. “More, Max. Please.”

I groaned. It was almost too much. Almost overwhelming. I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep this up without coming uncontrollably like I didn’t know my own limits. I wasn’t the inexperienced one here. It was Ruth. And she was going to come on my cock and my cock alone. I was going to steady myself and do this the right way.

I thrust into her, giving her my full length, the full snap of my hips like I hadn’t before. Her scream was immediate and irresistible.

“Mine,” I growled at her, kissing her, swallowing her screams as I moved against her in just the way I knew would make her come apart. “Every inch of you is mine.”

That’s what it was, then, I realized in a daze, Ruth squirming beneath me, nails digging into my back and my biceps. I had claimed her for my own. No other man had touched this — and no other man ever would. She was mine, body and soul. I would never let her go.

“Tell me,” I gasped at her. “Tell me what you are. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she agreed, tossing her head. I was sure she would say anything just so she could get what she wanted, but I didn’t care. “Yours.”

I bore down, lifted her legs over my shoulders, supported my weight on my hands, and pumped at an angle I knew would ruin her, would make her lose everything. But I also knew I was here for her to pick up everything. That I always would be, if I had my way.

“Come for me, zolotse,” I breathed, and she did, wailing and keening. All of that was mine, too, and my own orgasm came for me in a rush, robbing me of my sight for a blinding white moment before I came back to myself, sucking in air, precariously balancing myself over her body until I could withdraw as gingerly as possible and toss myself to the side.

I wrapped my arms around her, not caring about the sticky mess we’d made. Just that I could feel her warmth against me, her breathing softening and evening out as she relaxed against me.

I’d never slipped into sleep so quickly or effectively — and certainly had never stayed asleep for so long — until Ruth awoke with a gasp.

“I didn’t mean to spend the night,” she said, scooting away from me. We hadn’t so much as rolled over, and I grunted as I worked some life back into my sleeping arm — the one that had cradled Ruth throughout the night.

“I would have insisted,” I said, not sure of the truth of that statement even as it left my mouth. “There was no reason for you to return home after such a late night.”

“There are plenty of reasons,” she said, her eyes wild as she clutched the sheet to her body. “First and foremost, that I need to shower and get ready and put some fresh clothes on for work today.”

“Skip it.”

She blinked at me. “Skip my internship at Volkov Telecom? A company so important that workers don’t ever take off time to spend Thanksgiving with their families? Oh no, sir. This is a test. I will be there today at the office. Just maybe not exactly on time. And you’d better be there, too. We have like four meetings today.”

I smirked. “Well put. I always said that if you can’t get yourself to work the next day, you don’t deserve to have your fun the night before.”

“Uh-huh? Going to put that on your gravestone?”

I swatted at her luscious ass as she hopped out of bed, laughing merrily at me. I hadn’t expected her to stay over. I hadn’t even planned for that contingency. But I was surprisingly comfortable with it — this waking up and teasing each other. It felt like home — a home I actually wanted to be in. It was … nice.

“I’ll call my chef,” I told her. “We’ll have breakfast. Come back to bed.”

“You know full well that one of those meetings is at 10,” Ruth warned me, scouting the room for all of the clothes we’d been so quick to discard last night. “Neither of us can afford a full breakfast this morning.”