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but I did as he instructed and peeled the torn gown from my body, baring my plus-size curves to him. The burning glint of desire that crossed his face told me that Sergei liked what he saw. Just as some people preferred vanilla ice cream to the more complicated flavors, this outrageously sexy Russian seemed to enjoy big girls.
    And I wanted to fall to my knees and thank the heavens for my stroke of luck.
    He murmured something in his native tongue while his hungry gaze roamed my naked body. I wasn't sure if that was another direction. "Um…what?"
    He glanced at me and made an apologetic face. "Sorry. I'm used to being able to slip in and out of Russian."
    "Vivian has tried to teach me how to speak it, but I only know how to say a few things. Greetings and things like that," I explained. "I didn't understand anything you just said."
    "You look magnificent."
    My eyebrows arched at his compliment. "Magnificent, huh?"
    "Sexy," he added. "Perfect."
    "Well, I don't know about that."
    "I do." He spoke with authority. "Someday I want you to dance for me."
    "Are you crazy?"
    He laughed. "About you? Yes."
    Butterflies swarmed in my belly. The idea of dancing and stripping for any man had never been one I'd relished but I found myself unable to tell Sergei no. "Maybe someday."
    He didn't push. Instead, he made a spinning gesture. "Turn around and take off your panties."
    Tummy aflutter, I spun away from him, brought my shaky fingers to the waistband of my undies and dragged them down my hips. When I reached my thighs, Sergei gruffly ordered, "Bend over, Bianca. I want to see all of you."
    Face aflame, I spread my feet a little farther and wiggled my hips while drawing my panties down toward my feet. I dropped them on the floor to the sound of Sergei pushing out of the chair, the leather creaking as his large frame left the cushioned comfort. A second later, his big hands grasped my waist. He pulled me upright, my back against his hot, hard chest. Brushing aside my hair, he started a long trail of ticklish kisses that followed the curve of my spine and ended on my left buttock. Without warning, his massive paw smacked my plump cheek.
    "Sergei!" I gasped and tried to slide away from him but he held tight.
    "This ass of yours has been tempting me for months. The least you deserve is that single spanking."
    Something primal ignited within me. "Do you…I mean…is that something you like to do?"
    "Not in the way you're probably thinking," he said and sucked hard on my neck. I prayed he wouldn't leave a love bite but decided that I wasn’t going to stop him from marking me. "But when I fuck you from behind, I'm going to make sure I leave my handprint right here."
    I shivered with need when he patted my bottom and gave it a loving squeeze. I understood that his style of lovemaking would be rougher and more intense than anything I had ever experienced—and I couldn't wait to get started.
    Apparently, Sergei shared my desire. He swept me up into his arms and shot me a look that warned me not to protest. Showing him that I liked the way he carried me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brushed my lips against his cheek.
    " Potzluy menya. Kiss me."
    His deep voice did crazy things to me. I pressed my mouth to his as he placed his knee on the bed and took me down to the mattress. Our tongues tangled wildly. He crawled over me on the bed and planted his hands on either side of my head. Wanting to feel his skin on mine, I jerked free the towel and reached between our bodies. The moment my fingers touched his cock, Sergei cursed in Russian and smashed his mouth to mine, stabbing his tongue deep and groaning so loudly the vibrations rattled down my throat.
    Marveling at the size of him, I realized I couldn't even wrap my fingers around his shaft. I stroked down the length of his erection. His cock just kept going and going and going. My pussy throbbed at the very idea of having all of this buried inside me. It wouldn't happen tonight, not