Maxim
MaximIt takes all my willpower not to follow Sasha into the shower, shove her up against the tile and lick every inch of her body until she begs me to f**k her. My balls ache to get between those pale thighs, and I know she’s getting as needy as I am, but I’m not the type to come on strong. This is obviously a long game.
A whole f*****g lifetime.
Blyat, I still can’t believe I have a wife.
BlyatI distract myself from my blue balls by finding her phone. I bring it to the living room and toss it to Dima, Russia’s—and now America’s—most formidable hacker. “Get her switched onto my account, will you?”
Dima catches the phone but shoots me a skeptical expression. “Do I look like your local Verizon rep?”
“You know what I need.” I make a circle with my finger in the air.
“Uh huh.” He
