5Lucas
I wake up to the unfamiliar feel of a slender body in my arms and the faint smell of peaches in my nostrils. Opening my eyes, I see tangled blond hair spread across the pillow in front of me and a slim, pale shoulder peeking out from under the blanket.
For a moment, the sight startles me, but then I remember.
I’m with Yulia Tzakova, the interpreter the Russians hired for yesterday’s meeting.
Memories of last night rush into my brain, making my blood surge.
Fuck, it had been hot. More than hot. Scorching.
Everything about her had been perfect, the s*x so intense that just thinking of it makes me hard. I don’t know what I had been expecting when I showed up on her doorstep, but what happened last night wasn’t it.
I had watched her all through the meeting, enjoying the way she t
