Her Russian Billionaires #3 NIKO

By: Susan Westwood

He laughed. “Promise.”

He unlocked the door and held it open for her. The foyer was one of those two story deals with a large window. The moonlight cast a Cheshire Cat-like smile on the floor. Nikolai turned on a light.

“You need anything to drink?”

She almost said she did, but she might chicken out if she waited too long. This was her first one-night stand and she had no idea of the protocol. Was she supposed to spend the night? Was she supposed to sneak out so he didn’t have to face her over breakfast?

Better to have sex and then scoot out of here.

“No, I’m fine.”

He still held her hand. He stared at her for a moment. “I’m going to kiss you, Destiny. Is that okay?”

“Uh, sure.”

He put his hands on her face, tilted his head then brushed her lips gently. Her lips tingled at his touch. She pushed herself closer to deepen the almost-chaste peck. He kissed like a man who’d been kissed often.

She hoped she was doing okay. He didn’t pull away in disgust.

When he did pull away, he leaned his forehead against hers. “You’re good at that.”

She didn’t know how to answer that, so she remained quiet. He stepped away, tugging her with him. “My bedroom’s upstairs.”

His bedroom was done in hues of blue. That was all she had time to notice before he pulled her into a kiss again. His hands roved over her body, igniting fires as they went. They stopped on her breasts, holding them as if he were weighing precious cargo.

She tugged his shirt out of his pants, then unbuttoned it to reveal a chest with just enough hair to make a girl’s heart go pitty-pat. She liked men with hair. She stuck her face in it and rubbed, like a cat.

A chuckle rumbled out of him, and she pulled away. “I liked it, Destiny.”


Nikolai had to admit that her rubbing her face on his chest was one of the sweetest things he’d ever seen. One night stands were about dirty, monkey sex and she was just adorable. Why couldn’t he have met her when he was ready for someone in his life? Not now with all the turmoil he was experiencing.

Damn. He couldn’t catch a break.

Her wide eyes stared up at him. He put her hand on his chest. “It’s okay. Whatever you do is fine.”

Her face relaxed and she stepped closer to him. He undid her blouse, slipped it off of her shoulders. Her skin was soft and warm. Her bra was simple, but held her breasts so they had some cleavage between then. He kissed right above that cleavage while he undid her bra. Once that was on the floor, he could pay some attention to her tits.

They were large and supple and he could see himself getting lost in them. He knelt down in front of her. His hand played with one nipple while his mouth sucked on the other. She inhaled sharply. She was enjoying this. Nothing sounded better than a woman enjoying herself.

Nothing made him harder than being the one to make that woman sound like that. He didn’t understand selfish lovers. Why? What was the point? He found that if the woman enjoyed herself, then he enjoyed himself.

She tasted like apples, his favorite fruit. Her hands fisted on his shoulders as he switched his hand and his mouth. Her nipples came to stiff peaks when he let them go. Her head had fallen back and her eyes were closed.

He couldn’t help but smile. He still had it.

He stood, her eyes opened, her hands rubbed down his chest. She began to work on his pants. Her breath was quicker. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. She undid his pants, shoving them down his legs. He stepped out of them. His erection tented his boxer briefs. She rubbed her hand down his shorts, making his body jolt.

“That might just go off before you’re ready.”

“I’m sure you’d be ready again in a few minutes.”

“Damned straight.”

He didn’t want to waste any erections, so he pulled her hand away from his and kissed it.

“Your turn,” he said as he undid her pants.

They ended up on the floor moments later. Her panties were purple and silk. He could smell her arousal. He knelt back down and started to take off her panties with his teeth.

“Your stubble tickles,” she said, a little giggle coming out.

“My intention isn’t to tickle you, but laughing during sex is always good. As long as you don’t do it when my underwear comes off.”

She laughed. “I doubt it.”

He pulled his underwear off. She didn’t laugh. Her eyes widened and she clapped her hands.

“I’ve never received an ovation for my dick,” he said.

“Well, you should have. It’s impressive,” she said.

“Wait until you see what it’ll make you feel.”

Her smile widened, her eyes twinkling with it. Oh boy. She was someone he’d probably never get tired of looking at. But she’d be gone by morning. Bad timing.

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