“Excellent news.” Kir kissed the side of her neck, a lingering press of his lips that went a long way to wiping away Cassie’s irritation with her aunt. “Tell her you had two exceptional orgasms and that, if she’ll please excuse you, your man is going to give you more to start the day off right.”

The swirl and tightening in her belly flared in an instant, the combination of his deep voice, his mouth and the words he’d chosen making her completely forget her aunt’s demands for information.

Your man.

Her mother and father would say such words were childish. That they reeked of high school antics and spoke nothing of solid relationship values.

But wow they felt good. Possessive and primal.

“You’re not typing anything, milaya. I’ve met your aunt, and she doesn’t strike me as the type to give up easily. If you don’t answer soon, she’ll be at your door.” He gently scraped his teeth along the shell of her ear. “And if she’s here, I can’t see to those orgasms.”

Type, Cassie.

NOW.

Somehow, her fingers got in gear.

Have company. Will call later. MUCH later.

The swoosh of a sent text had barely sounded when Kir took the phone from her hand, tossed it to the couch and slung her over his shoulder.

And Lordy, did she get the fast and dirty tango she’d wanted the night before, because thirty minutes later, she was out of breath, thoroughly sated and splayed on her back with a smugly smiling Russian stretched out on his side beside her. One who’d, thankfully, paused long enough to grab condoms this time around.

He coasted his fingers down her belly then teased the curls covering her sex, the languorous touch and the room’s cool air against her sweat-misted skin fanning goose bumps out in all directions.

“Two orgasms before nine in the morning,” he said, openly enjoying her naked body. “Will that be sufficient to satisfy your aunt’s expectations? Or do we need a break for coffee and another round to guarantee earning her approval?”

She laughed without censure, one of those embarrassing as hell guffaws she usually hated with a passion, but that felt totally acceptable with him beside her. Still chuckling, she rolled to her side and caressed the hard planes of his chest. “You caught that she wanted details, huh?”

“I might have stolen a peek.” His hand slid to the small of her back, and he pulled her flush against him. “But I was prepared to angle for more even if the entire world had been on fire.” He kissed the tip of her nose, a sweet and familiar gesture that warmed her clear to her toes. “Now, I’m going to forage through your meager kitchen and make us both coffee. How do you take it?”

“Black,” she said before she gave him her own playful kiss. She pushed away and rolled off the bed. “But I’m making coffee. Knowing you, you drink it stout enough to keep me awake for three days.”