I hate how right he is. How easily he’s seen through me. When we’re like this—lined up, ready to sink into each other—I want nothing more than to stop thinking. About myself, my memories, everything.
And when Matvey f***s my hips down onto himself, impaling me on his throbbing c**k, that’s exactly what I do.
And it feels so, so good.
As soon as I climb into the car, Grisha’s nose twitches like a hound on a scent.
I watch him sniff the air without even trying to hide his intrigue. I’d remind him of curiosity and all the cats it did in, but honestly, I’m just too goddamn spent.
“Yes,” I drawl, sliding in my seat. “New brand. It’s called None of Your f*****g Business.”
Grisha whistles. “Never heard of it.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
All I wanted tonight was to stay in that bath
