“We can continue tomorrow.” I press a kiss onto the middle of his chest. “You promised me a s*x tour of your place. I expect you to deliver. Or is it too much for you?” I look up, lifting an eyebrow.
A growling sound leaves his lips before he bends down and throws me over his shoulder. “The kitchen counter is our next stop,” he says and taps my naked ass with his palm.
* * *
“Do you have plans for tomorrow?” I ask as I slide my hands up Sergei’s back.
He’s lying across the bed on his stomach, and I’m sitting on his lower back. It took me fifteen minutes, but I managed to convince him to let me massage him with one of my rose-scented oils.
“I have a meeting around noon,” he mumbles into the pillow. “We can go for a ride afterward.”
“Yeah,” I choke out, then lean forward and press a ki
