'You should answer me Fedor! I don't want you in Rebecca's life, if you are going to be disruptive to her well-being.'

'I plan on being here permanently,' he responded, raking his fingers through his hair. 'But I do need to go home for a week.'

'You're going to be here permanently?' She ordered her heart to be still. She didn't focus on his comment to go away for a few days. 'Permanently? As in you will relocate here? But what of your parents and ___ your business there?' She had met his parents on two occasions. They were a lovely couple. They adored their only child.

He suddenly smiled, looking gorgeous and irresistible. To distract herself, she picked up Rebecca and hugged her in her arms.

'You don't mind, that I will go away for a week?' He had expected her to blow a gasket that he was abandoning his duties, before even starting to fulfil his parental duties.

'Well you have to work, as I do,' she pressed her lips to Rebecca's cheek.

'You could come with me. We can ___'

'No! I, eh ___ I have already committed to my next assignment.'

'Oh. Okay.'

Her rejection, cut like a knife.

'I ___ sorry. Perhaps, another time.'

His face lit up. 'My parents would love to meet Rebecca.'

'Do they know?' She swallowed uncomfortably.

'I told them a few days ago. They are impatient to see you again and meet Rebecca.'

She looked away awkwardly. She did like his parents, but in the past, she had felt like an item, with a 'sell by' date in his life. She had been cautious not to develop a relationship with them, and after Fedor, she had never tried to call them or communicate with them in any manner. She hadn't wanted Fedor thinking, she was using them to get to him.

After supper, they read to Rebecca and put her to sleep. Olivia watched as Fedor, stayed on the bed, gently running his fingers over Rebecca's cheek.

'Coffee?' She offered.

'Yes please.' Fedor kissed Rebecca and followed Olivia to the kitchen.

'What are you doing?' She laughed, as Fedor pulled her to him, his hands at her waist.
'I'm not going to kiss you,' she murmured huskily, her eyes betraying her, as it fell to his tempting lips.

'When we get married, I expect you in my bed every night. We will make love,' he vowed.

'I did not say I am going to marry you,' her hungry hazel eyes locked with his arresting russet brown ones.

'You will,' he grinned arrogantly. 'And I know you want me,' his eyes were  dark, passionate and ravenous, his velvet voice, sexy and husky.
'Kak ya khochu tebya, dorogaya'... As I want you.

Her eyes met his. Again, the flare of the dark passionate eyes, she felt his desire, remembered the passion and the explosive attraction that had bound them together in the past. It was still there. She felt it. She could tell he felt it, and it was simmering again, rising to a crescendo. All she had to do, was yield to the sexual attraction and fulfil her starvation. Her body wanted it, she could not deny it. Her nerve ends were all hay wire. Every cell in her body on high alert.  Her pulse spread into overdrive.
She flung her arms around his neck, pulling his head down. Her mouth ravished him. Fedor moulded her body to his, his arms tightening around her. His tongue dipped in, entwining with hers, kissing her the way he knew she liked to be possessed.
It had been too long. She was starving, craving his love. Olivia groaned softly, savouring his kiss. Her hands raked wildly through his hair. The hard muscles of his thighs, pressed against her, enveloping her. His pulsing arousal pressed against her, making her ache deep inside her. She felt his palm shaped her breast.

What the hell am I doing? Oh God! She shoved him away, shutting her eyes. It was beautiful. It was sensational. She wanted him. Badly. But she can't make love to him, she can't. If she had sex with him, she was a goner. She could not hand that power back to Fedor.

'Olivia!'

'I was making you coffee,' she turned away, busying herself with the coffee making.

'I would much rather you make love to me,' he stood behind her, his lips seductively worrying at her throat.

She closed her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to make love to him. She was wild with need. She wanted him to unzip himself and thrust his engorged penis inside her and not stop until, she climaxed to her satisfaction.

'Have your coffee and leave.' She shifted away.

He smiled, picked up his coffee and sipped. 'What changed Olivia? You used to enjoy our love-making. There were days, when I'd barely get through the door and you would be stripping me, before I even got a chance to put down my briefcase.'

'Are you done with your coffee? I want to shower and go to bed.'

'Can I join you?'

'No,' she laughed. 'And you can shut up about how often we showered together.'

'Olivia.'

'What?'

He stood in front of her, his eyes dark with evident desire.
'I want you.'
He was so close, she got the feint whiff of his coffee, his warm breath caressed her cheek.

She shifted away. 'Not happening Zykov.'

She needed a stiff drink, instead poured herself a glass of wine and nothing for him.

Olivia went to the lounge knowing he would follow. She slid onto the sofa, her one leg tucked under her. 'So tell me, you want to stay in London? Permanently? But what happens after three or eight months?'

He looked away embarrassed, his cheeks, a glowing hue of red.
'I intend to stay permanently,' he repeated. He took the seat next to her. 'I will make my home here, with you and Rebecca. If I go away on business it would be for a few days at most. Not for weeks on end. You and Rebecca could always join me,' he invited. 'It can be a learning curve for Rebecca. Travelling is educational and interesting,' he smiled'

I don't dispute that Fedor. My ___ concern is if you ___.'

'If I what?' He laughed.

'If you get bored, after a year or three years. If you decide you have had enough of me and wish to move on and ___ see other women, and leave!'

'What if you get bored of me?' he challenged

I will never!

She stood up. 'I don't play the field! I don't sleep around! I have not ___slept with another man since you!'

He started incredulously. She had been a virgin, when he'd made love to her the first time, but that was four years ago! How could she have stayed celibate? Had she not needed, sex, intimacy ___ a relationship?

'I shouldn't be surprised, but I am,' he confessed.

She looked away, too ashamed for him to discover, how deeply she had been emotionally involved with him. Would he now know, she had been in love with him... was still in love with him?

'Fedor I know it is unfair to have this discussion with you, as neither you, nor I can predict our future, but, I am afraid of you hurting Rebecca.'

He raised himself to his full height. He was so tall, she had to look up. 'Olivia,' he drew his arms around her, 'couples around the world, co-parent, whilst separated. I will not be unfaithful to you. I will not want out, if you and I resume our relationship. I want you ___ permanently, in my life.' He cupped her cheek, 'it was what I wanted, when you walked out on me, four years ago, but I do realize now, that it was unfair to you, as geography and nationality, had been the deal breaker.'

'I am not being difficult,' she murmured, 'merely looking out for the best interests of Rebecca ___ and myself.'

'As I am. It is why I am deciding to permanently relocate to England and be here for my baby and ___you. I want you Olivia. Desperately.'

I need you to tell me that you love me Fedor. 

How awkward it is, for a handsome, sexy, billionaire to marry a woman, just because she is the mother of his  child!

'I'm not saying no Fedor.  We will take things one day at a time.   You are going to have to prove your commitment to us.'
A broad grin spread across his face.  He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her and twirled around her lounge.
'You won't regret it,' he beamed.  'I will be the best dad and most amazing lover.'

'Lover will have to wait.  Let's see the daddy skills.'
She slid off him, and pointedly opened the front door.

'Spokoynoy nochi dorogoy' ...  Good night darling

                   -end chapter 9-