Ariel came down the staircase in her long sheer nightgown and lacy bathrobe at the sound of the knocking on the front door.
Who was it at this time of night? , she thought as she peered through the peephole in the door. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the man's face there.
She quickly opened the door and in he came with his polo shirt and khakis slightly damp from the evening rain that was still coming down rapidly outside. Raindrops glistened off his tussled dark hair and work pallid face. He looked so much like a younger more naive version of his father. How did he even know where she lived? Then she wanted to laugh. Men like him and his father could find out anything about anyone. Just like they could do anything they wanted. She loved a powerful man really.
" You shouldn't be here," She said even as she closed the door behind him and then went slowly into his waiting arms.
Maxim Volkouv swallowed hard and harshly as he stared down at the petite older woman in his arms. This was so wrong , he knew , but it still felt so damned right. Why did it feel more right than when he made love to Natasha ?
" I know ," he whispered as their lips touched in a gentle , tender , soft kiss that gradually turned more demanding and passionate.
Then he picked her up swiftly in his arms and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.
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ODDS OF LOVE - SEASON THIRTEEN
Ficção GeralThe ongoing original soap opera about disabled math genius professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and all their family , friends and enemies in the Washington DC metro area. Multicultural. Diverse.
