Sacha, Her Russian Billionaire: A Billionaire BWWM Romance

by Susan Westwood

  “Well.”

  “Take off your tie. Come sit and eat.”

  He put his tie on top of his briefcase, then put his suit jacket over the knob of the closet door. He rolled up his sleeves. She watched him as a hungry man watched food being cooked. He settled on the stool next to her. He picked up the wine glass, took a long sniff of it. She must have gotten it from his collection. She’d found his temperature-controlled room behind the kitchen. That was fine. No part of his apartment was off-limits to her. He knew parts where he wanted her to explore. On him even.

  He took a swig of the wine. The plate in front of him made his mouth water.

  “I found a cookbook and I picked something. I’ve never been a cook, but I have time right now. I was crawling up the walls.”

  “I won’t be this late from now on,” he said.

  “You don’t have to babysit me.”

  “Okay. Did you find a tutor?”

  “Yes, she’s also a nanny so she can take care of Cliff if I can’t.”

  He wondered what would keep her from taking care of her brother, other than him. He chuckled in his head. Yes, he’d like to have all of her attention.

  “You’ve had a productive day.”

  “She can start tomorrow. You don’t mind all of these people in your place?”

  He shrugged. “If you all drive me nuts, I can go see my brother in the suburbs.”

  She laughed. “Is it okay?”

  He tasted her meal. “Yes it is.”

  She smiled. “Good.”

  She began to eat her own cooking.

  “You don’t have to cook for me,” he said.

  “I know. I just needed something to do. Besides, we have an arrangement to discuss.”

  He almost choked on the food in his mouth. “You decided quickly.”

  “Who knows how long I’ll be here. Might as well make it pleasurable.”

  Oh, he could do that in spades. She had no idea. He put down his fork. “We need to draft an agreement.”

  She pulled a stack of papers out from under her placemat. “I already did.”

  “Of course you did.”

  He took it from her. “Relationship Agreement?”

  “That’s what this will be—a relationship of sorts.”

  “Of sorts,” he said.

  He put some more food in his mouth as he perused the sheaves she’d handed him. She was thorough and boy did her mind make him hard as much as her body did. The contract was airtight. A contract he would be proud to have written.

  “You’ve thought about this.”

  “Better than thinking that someone is after me,” she said.

  She didn’t stare at him as he read. No, she continued with her dinner as if this meant nothing. Maybe that’s why she could write this contract. None of it mattered to her. She wasn’t as affected by him as he was by her. Gave her the upper hand.

  “I see you insist on a condom being worn.”

  “Yes. I don’t want to get pregnant and I don’t know where you’ve been,” she said. “Will that be a problem? That’s a deal breaker for me.”

  Practical. He had to admire that. “No. Not a deal breaker. I want to amend a paragraph. You can have your own room, but I want you sleeping in my bed at least half the week. I’m not a stud service and you aren’t a hooker. We’re in this together.”

  She nodded. “Okay. I can go with that.”

  “Good.”

  He changed that paragraph to how he wanted it to read before showing her. She assented.

  “The paragraph about a child is interesting.”

  “Condoms break.”

  “Good point,” he said, though he hoped they wouldn’t. “You won’t be using any other birth control?”

  “I will get some, but I still want condoms as a backup. People get pregnant despite the odds.”

  He couldn’t argue with that. He put the papers on the counter then pulled out his pen. He signed the agreement. He handed it over to her for her signature.

  “We need to seal this with a kiss.”

  Which they hadn’t done yet; they would have sex at least three times a week and their lips hadn’t touched.

  “Fine,” she said after signing it.

  He leaned toward her. She gave him a peck on the cheek.

  “That’s not enough,” he said, but he sees the twinkle in her eye and she was teasing him.

  She laughed. He didn’t, but he was amused by it. He put his hand on the back of her head, his fingers laced into her hair. He brought her close to him. Her nostrils flared, her lips parted. He heard an intake of her breath.

  She was affected by him. She’d been playing it cool. Her eyes darkened. He closed his then brushed her lips with his. The he took control of the kiss, plundering her lips like a Viking. Her hands fisted into his shirt. Their tongues met in the middle. She was going to give as much a she took. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. No one-sided lovemaking. Had Sacha met his match? He didn’t think that someone would worm her way into his heart.

  No, this was a contract. Pure and simple. For their pleasure only. No commitments. No strings. No emotion.

  *

  Kendra’s heartbeat sped up. Sacha was an excellent kisser. Their tongues met as if they were old friends. Her body was beginning to hum. He was only touching the back of her head. What would his hands do on other spots?

  He broke the kiss, his eyes studying her. “We can clean the dishes in the morning.”

  He stood, took her hand then led her to his bedroom. She glanced in on Cliff who was asleep, sprawled across his bed. She closed the door softly. Sacha took her hand again. His bedroom was large with floor to ceiling windows. No other building around was as tall so it wasn’t possible for anyone to see in. He let her look around for a moment. The bed was a king and had colorful sheets. The headboard was a carved, dark wood. The carpet was plush on her bare feet.

  Sacha pulled her up against him. She loved the smell of him. Man. No fussy fragrance. Just soap. His hair was in place of course, so she had to run her fingers through it. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t seem to care enough to worry about if his hair was a mess. Which it was now. His hair was soft. Not as much product in it as she thought. He hands roved over her as if he didn’t know what to feel first. He kissed her again. She felt it to her toes. To her soul. Whoa. That was odd.

  This was just physical.

  “I want to explore every inch of you. I want to know everything that turns you on. What turns you off? What makes you go wild in bed, Kendra?”

  She was fully clothed, but his straightforwardness made her feel as if she’d been stripped naked. He wanted to know things about her that she probably hadn’t shared with her other lovers. That might have been why they’d been crappy in bed, but none of them had asked her questions.

  Sacha wanted to know it all. She didn’t shy away from him. “I’ll do my best to let you know.”

  “No reason this can’t be great sex,” he said. “If we’re going to do this, I want you all in. I want to know your sweetest desires and your darkest fantasies. I want you to be able to tell me anything.” He put his hands out to indicate his bedroom. “This is a no-judgement zone.”

  She blinked at him, taking in the enormity of what he asked. She knew what she wanted out of life. She wasn’t so sure she knew what she wanted in bed. This was her chance to make this part of her life better. When she left Sacha’s bed at the end of all of this, she’d know herself better. She’d know what to tell her next lover to do.

  “Okay.”

  He smiled, then captured her lips in a kiss as he held her face. His hands were soft, office hands. They were also strong with long fingers. She held onto him like a drowning person clutching a life jacket. His lips were expert and her body was now on fire. She wanted to be naked. She wanted to be skin to skin with him.

  He tugged her shirt off. She was glad she’d been wearing her best bra and panty set when they arrived at Sacha’s place. The only one she owned. Tembi had
dragged her to Victoria’s Secret. She thanked Tembi in her head.

  “Beautiful,” Sacha said.

  She smiled. This man probably dated supermodels and other hot women. He’d seen more than one naked and he considered her beautiful. How could she argue with him?

  “Your turn.”

  She unbuttoned his shirt, the shoved it off of his shoulders. Next came the t-shirt underneath. Then his chest was in front of her. He had sinewy muscles with some well-placed hair. She rubbed her hands down his chest, making his nipples pebble. He threw back his head. When he looked at her again, his eyes had darkened like a sky right before a storm. He undid her bra, dropping it on the floor.

  “They are amazing,” Sacha said.

  He knelt in front of her. He put his mouth on one nipple while he played with the other one. She threw back her head. A buzzing sounded in her ears. His mouth was doing naughty things to her. She groaned, her hands resting on his shoulder. How did he do that? Her body wanted to explode. Not exactly near a climax, but primed for being near one. He undid her pants, slid them and her panties down her legs.

  “Oh God, you are beautiful,” he said.

  He rested his head between her breasts as if catching his breath. He kissed down her stomach, not reaching the apex of her thighs, but getting close. Instead he stood, towering over her, his smile slow and sexy.

  She tugged at his trousers. His erection was clearly trying to get loose. She complied and he stood there naked to her. He was a beautiful man. Not self-conscious at all. She’d never been this attracted to a man this this. Her usual partners had more meat, sadly not much muscle, but they were usually big men. Sacha was tall and slim, but she liked the whole package at the moment.

  He took her hand, kissed her knuckles. “Lay down on the bed.”

  She pulled the covers back then lay in the middle of the large bed. Sacha crawled over to her, kissing her neck. Biting that spot on her neck that sent her into the stratosphere. Her body arched up. Only his lips and teeth touched her. She grabbed at him to bring him closer.

  He resisted. “Trust me,” he whispered.

  She did. Right here. Right now, she trusted him. She wasn’t sure if she could in the rest of her life, but reclining naked on his bed, she trusted that he wouldn’t hurt her.

  That was an accomplishment.

  ***

  Kendra’s skin tasted of honey and peaches and Sacha wanted to lick all of her. His dick had other ideas. Only his lips touched her, grazing her neck then her chest, but he couldn’t hold out any longer. He stretched himself over her, touching her body as much as his could. Skin so soft. He wanted this moment to last. Her fingers dug into his back as he kissed her again. He reached into his nightstand for a condom. As agreed upon. He rolled it onto himself then put his thumb on her clit. She was wet already. She let out a yelp, her fingers digging deeper into him.

  Her body arched into him again and he was poised over her opening. He slid into her gently until he could go no further. He paused, wanting to enjoy the sensation of being surrounded by her.

  She wiggled. “Sacha.”

  “Give me a moment to enjoy this.”

  Her eyes flew open. “What?”

  “There will be no other first time inside of you. I want to remember it. Drink in the sensations of your warmth. You’re wet and slick and so ready.”

  Her eyes sparkled. He hoped she understood because at the moment he had no other words. He was a lawyer. And businessman. Words were his life as much as any writer or politician, but right now he was at a loss. No one had ever felt this good around him. Then he began to move because he could stay still no longer. His body longed for the buildup, longed for the release that a climax would bring him. This was sex, but it was the best sex he’d ever had.

  That said a lot considering his history. Women had always jumped into his bed, like eager fish into a boat. Just like those fish, those women had no idea what a cold bastard he could be. He didn’t like emotions. They were messy. This couldn’t get messy. He and Kendra had a contract. No loopholes. No professions of love and either could end it without any questions asked. How his body felt inside of hers, he hoped that ending it was a long way off.

  Even if Kendra no longer needed protection, his body would crave hers. That should have scared him, but he wasn’t thinking with the big head right now. No, all of his blood supply was away from his brain. He thrust into her, slowly at first. She made deep, throaty noises that made him even harder. How was he going to hold on when she made those sounds? Sexy, sexy sounds. He slowed down his speed as to not lose it before she came.

  Oh and then she did, her mouth emitting a howl as her body went taught with the release. Her vagina milked him and he had to go over after her. He thrust into her into his seed dumped into the condom, her body losing coordination except for her spasms of pleasure.

  He slumped over her, not wanting to put all of his weight on her. If he could have stayed there forever, he would have, but there was the problem with the condom. He pulled it off, dropped it in the trashcan next to his bed, then lay on top of her.

  Her hands were on his shoulders. Her breathing hadn’t come back to normal. Neither had his.

  “Damn.”

  She nodded. “I know.”

  He kissed her forehead, then rolled off of her, putting his head right next to hers. She turned to look at him and she was still sexy. Rumpled, her lips swollen from his kisses. He rested his hand on her tummy and she put her hand on his.

  This might be sex only, but he wasn’t one to rush away. The after part could be just as good. He wanted to get into Kendra’s brain. See what made her tick. What a fun project it would be to learn everything about her.

  “This is just sex, but there’s nothing just about it,” she said.

  He nodded. He snugged her closer to him. She turned on her side, spooning with him. Heaven. “Nope.” They lay in silence. “Why did you become a lawyer?”

  “I thought we weren’t getting that personal. Page five of the contract.”

  “It says that either party can refuse to answer personal questions. It does not stop me from asking them or you from asking me. We can take turns. I’ll ask one. Then you ask one.”

  She seemed to ponder that for a moment. “Okay.”

  “My questions stands. Why did you become a lawyer?”

  She laughed. “I don’t have a good answer. Just seemed to be a path for making money and I was good at arguing.”

  “Fair enough. Your turn.”

  “How did you make your money?”

  He laughed. “Right to the point.”

  “You can decline to answer it,” she said.

  “I know. I got a small inheritance from an uncle while I was in college. I invested it and made a lot of money.”

  Silence, like an old married couple. The idea almost made Sacha run screaming from the room, but that wouldn’t be nice. This was his problem. Their roles were clearly defined in this instance.

  “I have a friend who is a cop who you can talk to,” Sacha said.

  “That was random.”

  “Yes, but I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ll have him come by tomorrow,” he said.

  “You trust this guy?”

  “With my life. He would be that last cop I know that would turn dirty. I’ve known him since college and he’s a detective.”

  “Okay. If you can trust him.” She yawned. “I think I’m done with questions.”

  “Then go to sleep. Good night Kendra.”

  She snuggled a little further into the pillow. Her butt wiggled against him, bringing his dick to life, but she was already asleep. He sighed. This was going to be fun, but painful. Now that he knew what she looked like naked, he would never get that vision out of his head.

  Chapter4

  Kendra woke to an empty bed. She could still see the dent Sacha’s head made in the pillow, but the sheets were cold. He’d been awake for a while. She didn’t hear the shower so she took one. She still didn’t
have clothes, but the woman from the store was supposed to come today to get clothing for her and Cliff.

  She was excited to shop. Not a true clothes horse, she still liked looking good on her days off. She didn’t get much of a chance since she’d been raising Cliff for the last five years. Nor did she date, so good clothes were a waste when you just lounged around the apartment.

  In her robe, she wandered out to the kitchen. A similar scene as yesterday, but this time, Sacha was making waffles. Did the man know how to make breakfast or what? Why didn’t Cliff find her? Guess he was starved for male attention. Maybe Kendra needed to find a husband to help her raise Cliff, but she didn’t have any prospects.

  “Hey,” she said in the doorway. Sacha handed her a mug of coffee. “Thanks.”

  “Mr. Kozlov said we’re getting clothes today,” Cliff said.

  “Yes, we are. I know that isn’t exciting for you, but it is for me.” She sat next to Cliff, ruffled his hair. “Your nanny is coming today, too.”

  “Cool.”

  He’ll appreciate the attention.

  “Waffle m’lady?” Sacha said.

  Cliff laughed at what he’d said. Kendra couldn’t help smiling. The day did look brighter after having sex not once or twice, but three times last night. Technically that was their quota for the week, but she could be talked into it again. Sacha was good at it. She felt well and truly fucked.

  “Sure.”

  She spun around to face the counter as Sacha put a plate in front of her. She detected something different in his eyes. He was picturing her naked with a more accurate rendering. Oh. God. If she could blush, she would. Her face went warm for sure.

  She broke away from his gaze, looking down at the food. “Strawberries. They’re my favorite.”

  He smiled as if he were proud that he’d given them to her. “I ran down to the market. I figure Cliff needs to eat better than I normally do.”

  “He is a growing boy.”

  Sacha leaned against the counter, his coffee mug in his hand. She watched him take a sip. She liked his hands. They were soft and long, but peasant hands in some way. She could see that his ancestors could have been farmers. She dug into her waffle. Her eyes fell closed when she put a bite in her mouth. “This is really good. You’re going to make a good husband for someone someday.”