I want to fuck her

Until we turned onto 87th street. Then time flew by. I couldn't focus on any of the details of the homes that had been built wall to wall as we sped down the street.

Had Antonio been driving this first the whole time?

When the car stopped. My heart lurched. It felt as though my heart had stopped some where outside of my body and I moved on autopilot when Antonio opened the door for me. I was standing on the sidewalk in the cold staring up at four stories of cream painted brick and black trim. Even the front door was black.

I shuddered involuntarily.

"I texted Mr. Makalov the second we turned on the street, so he should know we're here." Antonio stated, pulling my luggage onto the sidewalk. I vaguely remembered seeing him tapping on his phone while at a red light a moment ago.

"Oh," I started, but before I could say anything else the blank front door swung open, and I held my breath.
Aleksander stood there, at the top of the stairs looking down at me on the sidewalk. A dark sweater hugged his muscular frame and dark grey sweats covered the length of his eyes.
He looked relaxed, but there was still an obvious tension in his frame as he stood in that doorway staring down at me.

It was only seconds that passed as he glanced at me, assessing me. He took in the sight of me, and the hint of a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. As though he were looking at a prize.

"Rhea," He breathed my name like a prayer. The sound of it drifted down to me on the wind and caressed something with in me. Awakened a tight coil of warmth low in my belly that shot to my toes.

As fast as lightening Aleksander leapt down from the door to the sidewalk like he didn't need the stairs. Before I could even think to react, his hands were on my face, and they were warm and gentle. Then his lips were on mine, sucking the air out of me, stealing everything in me.

No, not stealing. He was simply taking one of the many kisses he paid for.
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|ALEKSANDER'S POV|

Getting Rhea through the tour of my home was agonising. Every step, showing her the simplest things, from the last laundry space in the basement floor to the kitchen on the first floor and the living room and my office on the second room. I could still feel her lips against mine and when she smiled at the little garden off the dining room, I couldn't peel my eyes away.

"There are six bedrooms and there bathrooms on the third to fifth floors. My bedroom and the room I turned into a home gym are on the third floor up here," I gestured up the stairs, "You can have any one of the guest rooms you want on the fourth or fifth floor. They've all been prepared."

"Oh," she paused. "Well, alright." There was a pink tinge to her cheeks, and she no longer held my gaze.

"Did you think I would demand you sleep in my bed with me every night?" I chuckled, watching as she went rigid and slowly looked up at me from where she paused at the base of the second floor stairs.

"I guess I did." Her eyes scanned my body and the sight of her teeth catching her bottom lip snared my gaze. But she angled away from me and peered up the stairs to the third floor.

"I know what our time together is, Rhea. But I don't want to take away your agency." I wanted to fuck her, not to ruin her real life. Making her sleep in the bed with me every night was also a bit far for me. There was a level of intimacy to that act, and we didn't need to cross that line while she was here.

From her profile I saw her lips part, about to speak. Instead of saying anything I was left in silence as she merely nodded in my direction.

She stifled another yawn. I lost count of how many times she had done so since arriving. Despite how badly I wanted to take her now, here, on every surface in my home, I knew she had an appointment early in the morning before she had to go to the studio.

"Why don't you go ahead and look at the spare rooms and pick the one you like. I'll grab your belongings by the door and bring them up for you."

"Sounds good." She didn't face me as she grabbed the railing and moved up the stairs. The sway of her hips as she moved reminded me of her performance on stage and it drew my line of sight to her perfectly perky ass.

I had to take a steadying breath and push back the raging hunger within me that was pushing my heart to beat a mile a minute. I took more of my will power than I should have needed to turn away and head back down the stairs. Though I wanted to rush, I took my time walking down the stairs to grab her things by the front door. She needed a moment to her self to pick a room and I would give her that.

Although it was strange enough having someone else stay here in my home with me. No one else had ever lived with me long term like Rhea would be. Even though it was only a three month timeframe that was still longer than any other woman who caught my eye. But Rhea was different.

After a few moments of stalling, I went up the stairs, easily carrying her stuffed bags. On the fourth floor the door to the bedroom directly over mine was open and I caught a peak of Rhea inside sitting on the edge of the bed. When I nudged the door open, she shot up and looked around as if caught somewhere she shouldn't be.