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  “Until tonight, then,” I mumble as my cheeks bloom pink. I figure a night out with Mikal is better than sitting home losing myself in the television. I walk as if in a trance, showing both men to the door, wondering what on Earth I just signed myself up for.

  7

  Mikal

  I slide into the passenger side of Andrey’s car. He can’t keep from smiling. “I told you, Mikal, Giana is attracted to us and she will choose one of us.”

  “Enjoy thinking she will be yours, but we both know that after tonight, she will be mine.”

  “You fool yourself. But enough about that. Where are you taking her?” He questions.

  “Oh, no. I’m not telling you so you can try to sabotage my evening with Giana.”

  “I wouldn’t dare.” He grins, pulling onto the main road.

  “You would, but so would I.” We both laugh.

  He drops me back at my car. “Enjoy your date while you can.”

  “You can count on it.”

  Getting in my car, I dismiss my driver for the rest of the day. One thing my twin failed to outline was how long our dates can last. I pull out my phone. “Captain, ready the boat. Have my chef prepare something for a candlelit dinner for two on the upper deck tonight.” I will be at port let’s say around seven.”

  I end the call and dial my assistant. “I need an overnight bag packed for me and a female companion delivered to my boat within the hour.”

  “Sizes?” she asks. I estimate the sizes, but it’s not that hard. Giana’s body is burned into my brain and the sizes for a bikini and a wrap are general, as well as anything else she might need. Once I’ve given her the information, she hangs up assuring me it will be done.

  At my penthouse suite, I ready myself by taking a shower. I know I don’t want to go into tonight’s date with a loaded cock. Everything about Giana turns me on, and I need to take the edge off to fully enjoy the date. I can control myself, but I’d rather not deal with the torture of blue balls all through the evening and into the night.

  Under the spray of the water, I lather up soap between my palms, spreading it over my body. When I get to my cock, I give it a tug, thinking of Giana, pretending it’s her fingers wrapping around the base of my shaft and stroking me. I imagine her down on her knees for me, looking up at me through her lashes. I stroke harder and faster thinking about her delicate hand and even softer mouth. I’m going to own her in every way possible.

  The water continues to wash over me, but I’m not done playing out my fantasy of my Giana in my head. Her red hair framing her face as she sucks me between those velvety lips. Lips that are thick and thoroughly fuckable. She’s beautiful. I jerk harder now, getting closer to the edge, thinking about shooting my cum down her throat. No, scratch that, I don’t want to waste it. I pull out of her mouth and lead her to the bathroom counter, bending her over it and driving into her from behind, going so deep that I paint her womb with it.

  The thought has me coming immediately.

  Feeling sated, but sadly unsatisfied, I rinse off. I need Giana, nothing will feel good until she is in my life permanently. I step out of the shower to finish getting ready for tonight. I decide to go more casual than my everyday suits for the office. Since we are going on the boat, I pick a softer grey pant and a navy horseshoe neck shirt, hoping to show Giana a softer side to me than the businessman she is used to. I worry as a thought pops into my mind as I lock up. I planned a dinner on my yacht, but what if she gets seasick? I should have thought this through more. It’s too late to change the plans now, all I can do is hope.

  As soon as I pull up to Giana’s she is rushing out the door and toward my car. She’s stunning in a black dress that cuts off around mid-thigh. She also has these shoes that show off her toes. The dress hugs her hips and accents her ample breasts. Turns out that getting off in the shower to the fantasy of her did nothing for my libido, because my cock is twitching in my pants at the sight of her.

  I hurry to get out so I can open her door for her.

  “Are you eager to see me, Giana?”

  “More like nervous,” she confesses. “Are you sure this isn’t going to cause problems between Andrey and you? I truly don’t want to come between the two of you.”

  “Having you worried about Andrey and his feelings was not how I expected to start our night together, Giana.”

  “I don’t mean it that way, and I think you know that.” She squeezes my hand and smiles sweetly at me, so I let it go. I don’t want to start off the night being jealous of my twin brother. Especially not when I am the one getting her to myself. Andrey is not only my twin brother, but my best friend as well. I don’t want a woman to ruin our brotherhood. I can’t walk away from Giana, however. I have to make her see that she belongs with me.

  “Shall we?” I open the passenger door, holding it open for her.

  “Thank you, Mikal.” Her voice caresses me like a lover. I lean over her to secure her seatbelt.

  “Anything for you, Giana.”

  Those are not just empty words, I truly would do anything for her.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “It’s a surprise.” I respond with a grin, closing the door and going to the driver’s side to get in.

  I turn the volume down on the radio and place a hand on her upper thigh. I hope I’m not coming on too strong, but she doesn’t push me away. I just really need to keep contact with her. I have to touch her.

  “I’m really looking forward to tonight, Moy ogon'.”

  “You and Andrey both keep calling me that,” she murmurs.

  “It is because you blaze bright like a flame. It’s the first thing that came to mind the first time I saw your beautiful red hair.”

  “You think my hair is beautiful?”

  “I think you’re beautiful, Giana.” I bring her knuckles to my lips giving them a brief kiss, loving that hint of pink creeping across her cheeks. I look forward to many nights of making her blush.

  8

  Giana

  My jaw drops when I see that we are at the port. “Um, what are we doing?”

  “Having dinner on my yacht,” Mikal says with such ease, like this is an everyday occurrence, but I suppose, for him, it probably is.

  “Your yacht?”

  “Yes, do you like to sail?”

  “I’ve never been actually. Well, not since I was a child.”

  “I look forward to giving you many firsts. Stay put,” he instructs with such dominance in his voice that I stay in the car.

  I realize it is because Mikal is a gentleman and wants to open my door for me. I find it endearing and a quality many men lack today. It’s refreshing to be treated with respect. I get catcalled a lot at the diner. I’ve almost forgotten that there are men out there with old school values and morals.

  He opens the door and holds a hand out to me. I accept it, climbing out of the car. We walk down to the dock hand in hand and I have to admit that his touch is nice. His other hand is at the small of my back, guiding me as though he feels the need to protect me. His hand is large, and it makes me feel feminine and beautiful. I haven’t really felt that in my life. I sure haven’t felt small, my hips have always been bigger than they should—the same with my breasts. But, Mikal makes me feel small, he makes me feel like he sees none of my flaws. It’s quite liberating.

  I pull my attention back to what I’m doing. It’d be just like me to fall off the dock like a big dummy and embarrass myself. I look up as Mikal leads me to the largest ship I have ever laid eyes on.

  “Wow,” I breathe the word out.

  “You like?”

  “Uh huh.” I stare with my eyes going round at the sheer size of the massive vessel. “You do a lot of sailing?”

  “Mainly in the summer. Hopefully next summer you will be joining me. Perhaps we will sail to Greece to pay visit to Nikolai and Gabby. You’d like that, no?”

  “That would be amazing, but my work schedule would never allow it.”

  “If you
are my woman you will have no need to work, It would be my honor to take care of you and cherish you in every way. What good is money if I cannot spoil the woman I marry?”

  “You do know it’s 2019, right? Women can take care of themselves. Besides, you don’t even know me.”

  “I know you better than you think, Giana, but come. Let me give you the tour.”

  He helps me aboard and I am speechless. I have never seen anything like this up close and personal. “You could share in this with me.”

  “Why? Why would you want to? I’m a nobody.”

  “You’re somebody to me, Giana. I would give you whatever your heart desires. I can feel it in here.” He holds my palm flat to his heart. “We belong together.”

  I suck in a breath. He talks as though he has known me all his life and like we’re forever. It’s overwhelming, confusing, but somehow flattering. I don’t want to offend him, so I smile and allow him to take me on a tour. I can’t believe he keeps a staff of at least twenty people who are at the ready to just set sail wherever it is he wishes to go. How wonderful that freedom must feel.

  We end up on the upper level where there is a private pool and a romantic table for two set, complete with candles, music, and the stars above. “I’m impressed.”

  “Good.” He pulls my chair out and a staff member appears from thin air to pour our wine.

  “This feels a bit like a fairytale,” I confess.

  “Only the best for my Giana.”

  “You keep saying that but what’s the catch here. You can’t be doing all this simply because you have an inkling we belong together.”

  “My words cannot make you believe but my actions will. I know it and soon you will too.”

  I give Mikal credit; he says and does all the right things. I’m not used this much attention.

  Our meal is served, and he keeps the conversation light, which I appreciate because I am so overcome with thoughts and emotions. I don’t hardly know how to act or what to say. This is all so new to me.

  After dinner we move to the observation deck and he holds my hand as if he is holding the world. How can I feel so many things for someone I recently just met?

  I look around and that’s when I notice we are no longer at the harbor.

  “Um…” Panic floods me. “Mikal, I don’t mean to freak out on you, but where did the harbor go?”

  Mikal traces his fingers on my wrist. “Do not fret, my sweet. I only wish to watch the sunrise with you and no better place than out here in the open.”

  “Sunrise? As in, we’re going to stay out here until morning?”

  “I have one night with you Giana and I want to show you how matched we are.”

  “Yeah, I get that but most first dates aren’t an overnight trip.”

  “I am not most people.”

  He’s got me there. Mikal is unlike any man I have ever known.

  “I have to work tomorrow.”

  “Do not worry I will get you there. Do you see the upper side of the deck? On the other side from the pool is a landing pad for my helicopter. I will have you to work on time, but do not worry about your father. I can handle him.”

  At the word helicopter I nearly faint. My knees give and Mikal catches me in his arms.

  “I’ve exhausted you.”

  “Just surprised me is all.”

  He strokes my cheek and gazes dreamily into my eyes. “Would you like to change into your swimsuit and take a dip in the pool with me?”

  “I didn’t bring a suit.”

  “I have everything you need. There is a closet for you in the master suite. It’s not full yet but the basics are there.”

  I swallow. Of course they are. I am starting to believe there is nothing Mikal can’t do.

  He escorts me to what I assume is the master suite. “I will just be down the hall changing into my trunks. I will return to escort you to the pool in a few minutes.” He brings my knuckles to his lips and I feel a spark of electricity when he kisses my hand.

  “Okay,” I tell him and disappear into the lavish room with a bed that looks larger than my front yard.

  I go to the closet and holy shit. The man said the basics would be here, but I’m staring at a brand-new wardrobe. Everything still has tags. My hand shakes as I see the prices. These clothes cost more than I make in a month, if not more. I browse the clothing on the rack, and I feel like I must be dreaming. I pull a simple black one piece off the hanger and take it into the private bathroom and look for something to remove the tag with. I find a pair of scissors in one of the drawers of the vanity.

  I hurry to get the swimsuit on before I can change my mind. I’m feeling a plethora of emotions. Excitement, nervousness…arousal. Mikal is sexy and intriguing, I can’t help but be drawn to him.

  I pull my hair into a quick braid that lays over my shoulder and grab a beach towel from the shelf. I look over myself in the mirror and I feel sexy.

  Mikal knocks on the bedroom door. “Are you decent?”

  “Yes,” my voice comes out in a tiny squeak.

  He opens the door chuckling, but his laughter dies off immediately as his gaze moves over me in the bathing suit. “Stunning. Let’s go take a dip.” Like a pure gentleman he holds an arm out to escort me. I do, however, notice him checking out my backside and I should feel self-conscious, because I’m not entirely small and the back of my bathing suit reveals way too much. It’s almost like wearing a thong. I don’t, however. Instead, I find I enjoy the way Mikal looks at me. Like he wants nothing more in this world but to devour me. It feels good to be wanted…to feel the heat of his desire washing over my skin.

  “This night has been amazing.” I smile at Mikal as he wraps a towel around my shoulders. We spent an hour in the pool, just splashing and goofing off. We even raced to the end of the pool and back a couple times. It was fun and refreshing. He made me feel like a kid again and like I didn’t have a worry in the world. And the man does look damn good without his shirt. He’s muscled, but not beefy. I want to say he’s just right.

  “Let’s get you to bed. I will wake you when the sun comes up so we can watch it rise over the water together.”

  “That sounds perfect.” I lick my lips and lean toward him, giving him the invitation to kiss me. Mikal stares at my mouth with such raw hunger, as he dips his head down while gripping the back of my neck. Our mouths fuse together in a sweet, yet fiery kiss full of passion. His tongue slips between my lips and his other arm goes around my waist.

  He holds me there and kisses me until I can’t breathe.

  9

  Andrey

  “Well, don’t keep me waiting. How did the date with Giana go?” I question Mikal as he strolls into the office wearing the biggest grin Monday morning.

  “She’s perfect. Sassy and sweet. Sensual. So damn sensual.”

  My fists ball at my sides but I clench them then release. I don’t wish to be jealous of Mikal’s happiness. I will have my shot with Giana. “Where did you take her? I only ask because I don’t want to give her the same date.”

  He cups the back of his neck and grins wider. “If you must know I took her on the yacht.”

  “Pulling out the big guns so soon?”

  “I wanted to impress her.”

  “And was she impressed?”

  “Of course she was. We had a great night and an even better morning.”

  “What does that mean? I hope you stuck to our rules,” I growl.

  “Don’t worry. I only held her in my arms all night and woke her to watch the sunrise together and we shared a few kisses. Nothing X-rated. So don’t get bent out of shape.”

  My jaw ticks and I scowl. Seems I will have to up my game.

  I leave the breakroom and go to my office slamming the door behind me as Mikal laughs. He’s so sure of himself. We’ll just see about that.

  I pick up my phone. “Helene, get me Gabby on the line.”

  Mikal thinks he is so smooth, let’s see him top this date.

  “Hel
lo,” Gabby whispers.

  “Were you sleeping?”

  “It’s late here. Why are you calling? Is this about Giana?” I can hear the smile behind her voice.

  “I want to do something special. Something extraordinary for our date.”

  “I see.”

  “You know her best. How does dinner this weekend at your place sound?”

  Gabby lets out a gasp. “You want to bring her here to Greece?”

  “Only for the weekend.”

  “I would love that and am sure she will be greatly impressed.”

  “I’m counting on it.”

  “She did text me about her date with Mikal. You have strong competition and no offense, I would love to see Giana be my sister-in-law.” She laughs softly. “Good luck.”

  “I don’t need luck. We will see you this weekend.”

  I end the call feeling quite pleased with myself. Mikal has no idea but I’ve for sure got this in the bag. Giana will be mine. And soon I will have a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly, tying her to me forever.

  My brother won’t be happy, of course. When we laid out our rules, and discussed taking her out on a date, I’m sure it was implied that there wouldn’t overnights. Mikal broke that rule first, I’m only following suit.

  Now to handle the father. I know he won’t want to give her the weekend off, but I am prepared to make the bastard an offer he can’t refuse.

  I wait until the end of my day at the office to pay him a visit. I won’t have him using and working Giana to the bone. She deserves more time off and to be happy. She needs to be able to chase her dreams. I refuse to let him be the one to hold her back. On this, since I know my brother cares about her as much as I do, I let him go along with me. It wouldn’t feel right going alone. He immediately grabs his keys and we walk down together. I climb into Mikal’s car and we waste no time paying Joe Chavez a visit.