Her Russian Billionaire (A BWWM Russian Oligarch Interracial Romance)

by Imani King

  “Michelle,” Dr. Grimes replied smiled, “if this was some weird form of punishment, do you really think I would have approved it?”

  “No,” I had to agree.

  “He called me the day after the M&M conference, asking about you. I could tell you’d made an impression. He asked if I thought you could handle a little extra work. I told him I thought you would jump at the chance for a little extra experience. You’d seemed so willing before then.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “He just didn’t make the best first impression on me. Or second impression, for that matter.”

  Dr. Grimes laughed.

  “I understand,” she replied. “He can be that way sometimes. It’s his Russian directness. But he is truly very supportive of you, I could sense that right away.” She gave me a reassuring smile. “Yet, despite all of his good work, half the staff here resents him—anyone who knows how he came to own the hospital.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “His mother actually died during an operation here, almost a decade ago. It was a huge scandal—the doctor on duty had been drinking, it turned out. Lex was really young then, fresh out of business school. He was due to inherit all of his father’s venues, back in Russia and here, but he decided to create a pet project of his own. He started buying major stock shares of several hospitals along the Florida coast, and eventually, he extended his claws, so to speak, to Miami General as well. He became involved in day-to-day details of running the hospitals, and that’s how we met—he showed his face in every department and met all the doctors. He told me that hospital fatalities were a special interest to him, particularly operating room fatalities—because of what happened to his mom. He was especially interested in ways such things could be prevented, so he did a lot of investigations. A lot of people resented him.”

  “So that’s why he was so obsessed with the case I had presented?” I asked, suddenly feeling sick for the way I had treated him.

  “Yeah, he has a lot of responsibilities but he is always sure to make time to look over every fatality case in the hospital,” Dr. Grimes answered. “ He isn’t a doctor himself, so he often asks for help.”

  “I feel like such an ass,” I responded, burying my head in my hands.

  “Michelle,” Dr. Grimes said, “I know you’ve told me before that nothing is going on between the two of you, and I believed you. I’m really not one to rely on gossip. But it seems to me that maybe there is something between Lex and you.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “I guess. I honestly don’t know anymore.”

  “Well, I can tell you this,” Dr. Grimes replied, standing. “With the exception of one case, I’ve never heard Lex talk about someone the way he’s talked about you. That exception I mention is my sister—Lex and Valerie dated for a few months back when he had just moved here. She went to grad school up in Boston later, and he had to stay here, so they had broken things off. But they’re still good friends. I know him on a personal level, and I would’ve never approved anything that I thought could potentially hurt you, Michelle. I think you need to decide whether or not there is anything there on your end, because I’m pretty sure there is on his.”

  With that, Dr. Grimes turned and left me alone in the break room. I felt horrible, the details of the conversation I’d had early in Lex’s office coming back to haunt me. I needed to apologize, if nothing else. Even if I really didn’t have feelings for him—which I was now doubting—I owed him that much.

  Unfortunately, Lex wasn’t in his office when I finally made it up to the twelfth floor after my shift.

  “Sorry, honey,” his secretary said. “He wasn’t feeling well so he left early.”

  “But he never leaves early,” I replied.

  “He really wasn’t feeling well. Can I take a message?”

  “No,” I replied before turning and walking dejectedly back towards the elevators. I had to make this right.

  CHAPTER 14

  As the cab wound its way down the dark drive, my eyes grew wide. I had badgered Dr. Grimes until she’d given me Lex’s home address, but this was no ordinary home. This was a mansion—on a private island off Miami Beach.

  “Thanks,” I replied as I paid my fare. I thought about asking the cabbie to stay, but I wasn’t sure how long I would be, and I figured I could always call for another one after I’d had this dreaded conversation.

  I sucked in a shaky breath as I stepped up to the enormous door. As soon as I rung the bell, I began second guessing my decision and debating chasing after the taxi.

  Before I could flee, however, the door was pushed open and I was standing face to face with Lex himself. He was more dressed down than I had ever seen him, in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. I couldn’t help but notice how deliciously the t-shirt clung to the shapely muscles of his arms and chest, usually covered by his suit. His hair was messy and his eyes looked tired.

  “Michelle,” he said in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

  “Um… I got your address from Dr. Grimes,” I answered.

  “Of course, you did.” He didn’t sound angry, though, so I took it as a good sign. Moving away from the door, he motioned for me to enter. “Here, come in.”

  I followed him through the foyer into a massive living room. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like to live in a place this large.

  “This is amazing,” I said as I gazed at the high ceilings. “Do you live here alone?”

  “Yeah, mostly,” he answered quietly. “My little sister lives here too, when she’s not in school. But mostly it’s just me.”

  “I didn’t know you had a sister,” I replied, gazing back at him. I couldn’t help but smile at how adorably rumpled he looked.

  “There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” he grumbled, which made my heart sink.

  “Yeah, I know,” I said in a quiet voice. “Listen, I’m so sorry. About everything I said to you earlier. It was really uncalled for.”

  “No it wasn’t,” he said, shaking his head. “Listen, I meant what I said. I blurred the line between my personal feelings and my professional conduct. I’m sorry. I haven’t… I haven’t had feelings for someone in a long time. And my feelings for you caused me to act unprofessionally, and I’m sorry.” He fell silent for a few moments. My heart was pounding in my chest so intensely that I was sure he could hear it. “I haven’t met someone like you in a long time,” he continued. “You have this spirit… I don’t know how to explain it… You seem anxious sometimes, and yet I can tell you have loads of confidence in you abilities too. And you challenge me. You talk back if you feel I’m out of line. I’m not used to that. Usually, people around me fall over themselves to give me what I want. Not you—you won’t take crap from anyone, not just me. I admire that. And I promise I won’t allow anything unprofessional to happen again. I won’t give you any more unwanted attention.”

  Something queasy slowly formed at the pit of my stomach as I realized that was the exact opposite of what I was hoping to hear.

  “And what if the attention wasn’t unwanted?” I asked, barely able to believe what I’d just said.

  “What?” Lex’s head snapped up as he studied me.

  “I don’t want you to stop acting on your feelings. I… I feel the same way.” With that simple statement, I dove off the cliff of my doubts and anxiety.

  Lex examined me for a minute more, then he was suddenly pressing himself against me, his lips meeting my own. The kiss was rough and sloppy and perfect as his tongue explored my mouth.

  Suddenly, Lex’s hands were holding my thighs, raising me up until my feet wrapped around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, he turned and walked up a winding staircase. His mouth didn’t leave mine until I was being pressed back onto a large bed, Lex crawling over me. He climbed between my legs and quickly reunited our lips. I could feel his substantial erection pressing against my thigh through the thin fabric of his sweats. I had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t wearing underwear, and that tho
ught had me smiling into the kiss.

  Lex finally pulled his lips from mine, making me whimper in protest, though I couldn’t complain as he moved to my neck, sucking and licking across my sensitive flesh. I felt his hands slowly running up my thighs, bringing my skirt along as the fabric pooled around my waist.

  When his warm weight pulled away from me, I opened my eyes: I hadn’t even been aware that I’d closed them. Lex was still between my thighs, but had sat up to gaze down at me with half-lidded eyes. His pupils were wide with lust and he licked his lips hungrily.

  I tried to sit up and reach for Lex, but he pressed me back against the comforter, using one hand to pin my wrists above my head. With the other hand, he slowly examined my body, running his fingers up and down my thighs before sliding them across my now wet panties. I moaned and arched up into his touch. My body was on fire, and I was desperate for relief.

  “Keep your hands above your head,” he commanded in his deep, sexy voice as he released my wrists. He ran his now-free hand down my arm and across my chest, where he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. His other hand was now beneath the fabric of my panties, exploring my slick folds.

  With his steel grey eyes locked on my own, he slowly, expertly opened my blouse. Gently lowering his mouth to one breast, than the other, he laved at my hard nipples through the silky fabric of my bra. He then kissed his way down my soft stomach, until his face was aligned with my panties. Never taking his eyes from mine, he lowered his mouth and lapped at my wet underwear, tasting me through the fabric.

  I cried out, pushing my hips up towards his face to increase the friction. Immediately, his hands came up to firmly hold my hips against the bed as he pressed gentle kisses to the sides of my lower lips not covered by my panties.

  I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation. I could feel a finger wrap around the edge of my underwear and push them to the side, then I felt the delicious warmth of his tongue on my swollen clit. The sensation was too light and teasing to be very satisfying and I had to fight the urge to press up into him.

  “Please,” I begged instead.

  Unfortunately, instead of sucking more intently on my clit, Lex moved away from me completely. I cried out in protest, opening my eyes as I felt him crawl off the bed. I watched him reach onto a drawer, and then he was heading back to me, condom in hand and a smug look on his face.

  “Patience is a virtue,” he chided as he removed his pants. In one swift motion, Lex pushed his sweats to the floor. His red dripping erection slapped up against his stomach in the process. My mouth watered at the sight of it, and I felt another wave of lust rush through me.

  Lex ran his hand up and down his cock a few times before slowly sliding the condom onto his swollen length. He paused for a moment, just looking down at me hungrily, before crawling back on the bed between my legs.

  He leaned over me and, without warning, pushed himself deep inside me, making me gasp. Pausing for a moment, he gave me time to adjust to the size of him. Soon though, he began to move inside me, sliding farther out before burying himself deeply into me once again. His pace quickened, until he was soon pounding me hard and fast.

  I was slowly losing it. Pleasure mixed with the slight hint of pain at being stretched by his substantial girth. I couldn’t help but scream at the most intense sensations I’d ever experienced. Lex moaned, and I could feel his pace quicken as my muscles contracted around him in a climax. He fucked into me with abandon, chasing his own release and extending mine in the process. All I could do was moan and writhe in pleasure as wave after wave crashed over me, until I lost track of time.

  When I finally came back to myself, Lex’s body was half on top of me, panting against my neck.

  “That was—” I breathed…

  “Amazing,” he finished for me.

  “Yeah,” I replied with a smile, gently raising my hand to run it through his sweating hair.

  Eventually, we got up long enough to undress and climb beneath the comforter. Reaching for my phone, I set my alarm for the next morning. As I looked down at the date, an odd sensation washed over me—like I was forgetting something.

  And then the realization struck me. I was supposed to have started my period days ago, but I had forgotten all about it in the stress of the last week.

  I was late.

  CHAPTER 15

  I blinked awake, slowly stretching out against decadently soft sheets as my mind cleared away the fog of sleep. The first thing that my mind registered was heat—way too much heat. I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of the hot, heavy length stretched out beside me—and half on top of me. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to start my day, but I couldn’t help but smile as I gently slipped away from the too-warm body sleeping next to me and pushed the thick comforter down to my waist.

  I rolled onto my side, not even trying to suppress joy bubbling up inside me as I studied Lex’s slumbering form. He was lying on his stomach, angled towards me, face half buried in his pillow. Dark hair cascaded across his forehead, and his eyelashes cast shadows on his sharp cheekbone as they fluttered in his sleep. His mouth and jaw were relaxed in a way that they never were during waking hours, and a thrill shot through me at seeing him so exposed and tranquil. I was pretty sure that no one else got the opportunity see the great Lex Makarov like this.

  Usually, the CEO of Miami General Hospital was both cocky and domineering. Always buried in his office behind a stack of paperwork a mile high, Lex only seemed to come out from behind his desk to snarl at poor interns like myself. At least that’s what I’d thought about him until yesterday, when I’d discovered that there was more to Lex Makarov than his alpha-businessman persona. Which is how I’d ended up here, naked in his lavish bed.

  The memory of the previous night’s passions had me twisting in anticipation, wishing Lex would wake up and ravish me again. Last night hadn’t been the first time we’d slept together—the unbearable chemistry between us had led to an “indiscretion” even before I realized what an amazing person Lex really was. But, last night, there had been no hesitations, no uncertainty as to whether or not we wanted each other. Now, looking down at his lean, toned form, I couldn’t wait a repeat performance of those uninhibited activities.

  As if he could feel me watching him, he stretched one arm out in the space I had just vacated, like he was chasing my warmth. The muscles on his shoulder and back flexed and bulged with the movement, causing the already ignited flame of desire to burn brighter within me.

  I couldn’t help but hope it was still early enough for us to get a quickie in before we both had to be at the hospital. I assumed that it was likely, as not even a hint of light was peaking through the floor-length windows beside the bed. I groped towards the nightstand for my phone and was relieved to see that it was still quite early—five-thirty. I had half an hour before my alarm was scheduled to go off and we’d both need to get up and start our day.

  Looking at the alarm on my phone, my realization from the night before came flooding back to me. My period was late. I had unprotected sex with Lex almost a month ago, and I was late. There was a chance I was pregnant—even more so now that my period hadn’t started on time. I felt sick at the realization.

  A deep, gravely voice broke me out of my reverie and brought me back to the present. Blinking again, I focused back on Lex’s face. He’d shifted so that both of his pale grey eyes were open and gazing on me. His jaw was slightly tenser than before, but his lips curled into a soft smile.

  “What?” I asked, not having caught what he’d mumbled.

  “Where were you just now?” he asked, lifting his hand to stroke the hair out of my face. “You looked like you were a million miles away.”

  “Just thinking about everything that’s happened in the last few weeks… how much things have changed,” I replied, not ready yet to tell him about the ever-increasing possibility that I was pregnant with his child.

  Lex’s smile grew as he moved closer to me in bed. The hand in my hair became firmer
as he pulled me towards him, pressing his lips to mine. I tried to move away, more than a little aware of my morning breath, but Lex just pressed closer. He shifted his body until it was once again leaning down on mine, pushing me into the bed. I could feel the evidence of his growing excitement hardening against my leg.

  “Oh no, nuh-uh,” I chided, pulling away. “I don’t think we have time for that this morning.” In truth, we probably did have time for a quick morning romp, but I was no longer feeling sexy. It was all I could do to remain calm so that Lex wouldn’t realize something was wrong.

  Lex grumbled as I pushed myself up and out of bed. Despite my anxiety, I didn’t have to fake my smile at how adorable he looked, with sleep in his eyes and stubble on his chin, muttering angrily into the spot I’d just vacated.

  “I thought we didn’t need to be up until six,” he grumbled, with a slight whine in his voice.

  As if in answer to his question, my alarm began to chirp loudly, as did his. With another groan, Lex followed my lead and pulled himself up and out of bed.

  My eyes followed the rise and fall of his large muscles as he shifted and stretched. I lingered over his tight abs and bulging pecks before making my way up to his smirking face. I’d been caught admiring his body.

  “You sure you don’t want to join me in the shower?” he asked with a leer, bending down to rid himself of his box briefs, his large cock still half-hard from grinding against my thigh earlier. Before I could answer, he turned and headed towards the en suite, moving slowly in order to give me a perfect view of his shapely backside. It was enough to snap me out of my funk—at least for a few moments.

  “I guess,” I said, pretending to pout, though I was feeling anything but at the moment. My eyes never left Lex’s ass as I followed him into bathroom, stumbling over my clothes I had hastily removed last night, before stepping into the shower as Lex messed with a control pad that I assumed regulated the water pressure and temperature.