The Professional: Part 1

Insight: if a guy I had sex with ever carved a notch into his bedpost, I’d tell him to carve one into mine too—and then to go make me a fucking sammich.

You think I'd stop with a kiss?" "You assume I'd want you to?

I can't help it that this is the Bermuda Triangle-she pointed at her crotch-when guys venture there, they tend to stay. I tapped my chin. Oh, I thought you called it that because it's sucked in lots of seamen.

When a woman singles me out"- he leaned down to murmer at my ear- "it's because she wants to get fucked. She looks at the scars and tattoos and knows she'll get fucked hard" I gasped, melting for him. "is that what you wanted from me, Natalya"?

Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck. -NATALIE

The one who fingered me like he was digging to China

I can’t help it that this is the Bermunda Triangle”- She pointed at her crotch-”when guys venture there, they tend to stay

Any highlights you discovered that you’d like to share?” “Don’t worry— not every detail will make it back to Kovalev.” Smirk. “Such as the arsenal you keep under your mattress.

If you became mine, I wouldn’t let you go.” His words were clipped, as if he was biting back frenzy. “Understand me, if I’m your first lover— I will be your last.” The ringing tone of finality chilled me. “And I would kill any man who thought to touch what was mine.

Seriously, you have no idea how much your situation is affecting me. I’ve been stress-eating my way across Greece.” I frowned. “You don’t stress-eat—” “Cock, Natalie. I was stress-eating cock. There, you made me say it, happy now?” “Opa!” “Twat.” “Bitch.

Don’t close me out.” He curled his finger under my chin, all tenderness, even as he said, “How could I close you out when I never let you in?

In all these interludes with Sevastyan, I hadn’t been Natalie. I’d been Natalya. And that brainless hussy didn’t seem to know better.

You’re a smart girl. You’re going to replay everything we’ve done, and you’re going to reach the same conclusion I have.” He moved in close, leaning down to kiss my jawline and lower. “And wh- what conclusion is that?” When had he discovered how sensitive my neck was? With one spot in particular. . . He pressed his lips directly to my pulse point, making my knees weak. “Eto ne izbezhno dlya nas.” You and I are inevitable.