“I could do that,” I agreed. “But you do realize everyone at the pool will still see me in this suit once we’re down there. Right?”

I could swear I literally heard him growl at my teasing reminder. “True, but there usually aren’t that many people down there.”

I debated whether or not it was wise to share with him that Lexi had mentioned that Drake’s friends were joining us. I decided it was probably better to let him explode now and get it out of his system instead of waiting until later. I turned and wrapped my arms around his body before jumping into the fray.

“Well, that might usually be true, except it’s not just us joining Drake and Lexi at the pool today.”

His arms tightened around me, holding me in place. “Who else is coming?”

“Lexi might have mentioned that Drake had some friends who were going to be there,” I admitted quietly, waiting for the explosion.

“Does Drake have any female friends?” he asked.

The question surprised me. “No, not that I know of. Except for maybe me.”

“So what you’re really telling me is that there are going to be a bunch of guys down there while you’re prancing around in this barely there bikini,” he muttered.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Yóbanny v rot,” he growled before lifting me up onto the vanity. “I cannot be expected to let you run around with all those guys like that without making sure you are very well pleased before we join everyone.”

“Don’t you trust me?” I sighed as he pulled the bikini bottoms down my legs.

“It isn’t you that I don’t trust, but it can’t hurt to remind you of how good we are together. Can it?” he asked as he thrust two thick fingers inside me.

“No,” I whimpered.

He stopped moving his hand. “No it’s not a bad idea or no you want me to stop? Which is it, moya printsessa?”

“Please don’t stop,” I begged.

“Nikogda,” he murmured darkly before plunging his fingers deeper.

I got even wetter at the sound of his raspy voice speaking in Russian to me. I loved knowing that he was so worked up that he didn’t even realize he switched between languages. I lived for these moments when he lost control. I couldn’t control the whimper that passed my lips as he nudged my legs open wider with his knee.

“Luka,” I sighed as he pumped his fingers harder.

“Yes, Aubrey. Say my name. Hell, scream my name, because I’m the only guy who gets to see you like this. Who gets to watch your beautiful face as you come so hard,” he growled. “I’m the only one who gets to drive his cock into your sweet little pussy.”

“Yes, Luka,” I repeated. “The only one.”

“It’s me you need to worry about, not anyone else. If any of those guys look at you today while you’re dressed in that tiny bikini, and I know they will, I want you to remember that you’re mine,” he snarled.

There must be something wrong with me, but Luka’s possessiveness was making me even hotter for him. “Yours,” I agreed, trying to soothe him.

“And I’m the only one who gets to taste you,” he muttered before yanking my hips forward so I was spread wide open for him.

His fingers continued to stroke me deep inside while his mouth wrapped around my clit. He twisted his hand to reach my g-spot as he sucked one me mercilessly. My climax was swift and fierce as my legs tightened around his head, trying to hold him in place.

As I lay there panting, sprawled on his bathroom counter, Luka pulled his fingers out of my body and lifted my legs so they went over his shoulders. He licked at me softly at first, letting my body settle. I felt myself relax, and then he trailed his tongue back up to flick at my clit.

“No more,” I begged, even as my body tightened once more.

He looked up at me and his eyes flashed dangerously. “Again,” he rasped out as his hands slid down my thighs until they lifted me up and his thumbs spread me open at the same time.

I felt his tongue stab into my body over and over again as I lay there helpless against the onslaught of desire his touch made me feel. The second climax was softer than the first, but it left me dazed, and he rubbed his chin against my inner thigh when it was all over, gently kissing my skin.

I could see his dick, long and hard, pressed against his swim trunks as he gently placed my feet back on the floor. “What about you?” I asked.

“Be a good girl today and I promise you can have as much of my cock as you want, moya printsessa,” he murmured before he bent down to pick up the bikini bottoms.