Crash into Me: A BWWM Russian Billionaire Romance Read Free Page B

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    All the furniture was dark and made of leather from what Alexei could see, and the bar was packed, the low blue lights showing three thin, pretty blonde women making drinks behind it.
    When he looked around, it seemed that there was another bar off to the side, servicing the people hanging around near the couches and loveseats of the lounge area. Deciding that he didn’t want to wade through the dancefloor and all the people on it, he made his way over to the less crowded bar and found a stool.
    The bartender here was a pretty brunette woman with hazel eyes and a tight black shirt with the name of the club emblazoned across the chest in light blue letters.
    Considering how large her chest was, it was good advertisement as far as he was concerned.
    She passed a drink to someone further down the bar and then turned to smile at him. “What can I get you?” she asked.
    Alexei gave her his best winning grin. “Well, now, that depends,” he said, letting his accent stand out. Women were always intrigued by it, and he had a good idea of who he wanted to end up going home with that night. “How is your vodka?”
    The bartender grinned back, eyes lighting up. “I thought that was just a stereotype. Russians and vodka, I mean.”
    “Perish the thought,” he replied. “We take our vodka very seriously. There are two things you should never keep from a Russian man.”
    “Really? Just two.”
    “Only two that matter,” Alexei said. “The first is a very pretty girl and the second is good vodka. And since the first is already here in front of me, now all I need is a good vodka.”
    He was gratified to see her blush, and just like that, he knew how the night was going to go.
     
    As it turned out, it didn’t go exactly according to plan.
    His plan had been to flirt with the pretty bartender (“Camille,” she’d said), until the end of her shift and then proceed to taking her back home with him or accompanying her back to her place.
    The flirting definitely happened, and she was definitely receptive to it. So much, in fact, that they ended up not making it to the going home part. When Camille took her break, she had looked furtively around and then motioned for Alexei to follow her.
    He’d done so, and been surprised to find himself pressed against the wall in what appeared to be a supply room.
    Before he could suggest that they move to a more appropriate location, she was kissing him and practically tearing his shirt out of his pants, so he decided to just go with it.
    After all, she was very pretty.
    She kissed like someone who knew what she wanted, all lips and teeth, biting down on his lower lip and sucking it into her mouth, humming with pleasure when his hands slid up her back.
    “Don’t rip anything,” she panted. “I still have to go back out there.”
    “Likewise,” Alexei said, and he pushed his hands up under her shirt, displaying her breasts, cupped in dark purple lace.
    “Touch me,” she breathed, and he obeyed, grabbing twin handfuls and then dragging her bra down over the mounds of her breasts to display her dusky nipples. Dipping his head, he licked one and then bit it lightly, enjoying the soft intake of breath that was the result.
    They didn’t have a lot of time for foreplay, but they kissed a bit more. Camille got his shirt open and touched his chest in return, grinning when her hand slipped down to his crotch to palm the rapidly growing erection there.
    He bucked his hips into her hand with a low moan and then groaned when she pulled back. Of course, he didn’t have to wait long before she was moving over to a table in the back of the room, shimmying her pants down just enough that she could spread her legs a bit and show off her pert bottom and wet sex.
    Alexei didn’t want to think about how many times she’d done this before or how many times this room had been used for similar activities. He didn’t want to think at all, actually.