Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Anatoly just laughed softly, his eyes full of mischief. It wasn't going to be as simple as that for Lex, not yet. Not until he'd wrung every last moan and gasp would he take pity and grant her the release she sought so desperately.

Pleased, he turned his attention back to the wet heat between Lex's thighs, bringing her as close to the edge as he could then stopping, gently stroking her skin until she came down. Only then would he start up his teasing cycle again.

How long either of them would last like this, he couldn't say, but it was an experiment worth making.