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  The Russian Billionaire’s Virgin Assistant

  A Billionaire’s Baby Romance

  Leona Black

  Sophia Lynn

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Copyright © 2020 by Leona Black & Sophia Lynn

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  This story is a work of fiction and any portrayal of any person living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended.

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  One

  Maxim

  “I’m Maxim Volkov,” I said, taking in the crowd. “Welcome to Volkov Telecom. I didn’t get to where I am today by fucking around.” I let the titters and whispers die down before I continued. “Or by fucking up. Da?”

  I couldn’t claim to know every single one of my employees. The company was too massive for that. But I could tell the interns by their shock. Their furtive glances around the auditorium. No one expected the CEO of a multibillion dollar company to casually drop a couple of fucks while addressing everyone.

  The employees who had been here for a while already knew the routine.

  “I will never bullshit you,” I continued, scanning the audience, watching for flinches at the language. “I expect the same respect from all of you. I don’t care who you are.”

  My eyes fell — and lingered — on a woman in the crowd. She had to be one of the new cohorts of interns. I would’ve noticed her before otherwise. She was … exquisite. It was the only word that suited those long legs, gleaming in the stage lights, delicate feet crossed at the ankles. She wore her hair down, the golden curls brushing her shoulders. Her full, pink lips pressed together in concentration as she scribbled in a notebook. What the hell was she taking notes on? “I will never bullshit you,” I imagined, almost making myself laugh.

  Seated in the front row, knees pressed primly together, she looked like a good girl.

  That singular thought leapt unbidden to my mind. She was different from the women who writhed on the dance floor at the club, hoping to catch my attention.

  Which reminded me. I’d been too focused at work, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d taken my table at the club, watching the dance floor until I saw exactly what I wanted to take home.

  That explained the extra edge that was making people scuttle out of my way today at the office.

  We had a new class of interns in, and I always made it a point to introduce myself at the start of orientation — even though everyone already knew who I was. I wanted them to see what success at my company looked like.

  And yet, it was a testament to my current condition that I could already picture how I would make this woman writhe on my bed, all traces of good banished, her hair knotted in my fist, saliva wetting her swollen lips as I made her scream.

  She banished all remaining thoughts that I’d have to go looking for some woman at the club tonight to sate my appetite.

  My prey was already right in front of me. Could I help it if I wanted to play with her a little before I consumed her?

  “You,” I said crisply, pivoting from script. She finished with whatever she was writing down and looked up as people murmured around her. She blinked, obviously surprised to find me looking directly at her. She laid her hand over her chest, and my cock stirred. In my bed, I’d make her caress herself, squeeze her own breasts, pinch her nipples until they were hard and she was panting with need.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Uh, Ruth.” She stumbled a little over her name, like she was having trouble remembering it. “Ruth Miracle.”

  Everything ground to a halt. Full stop. “Miracle?”

  She laughed awkwardly. “That’s right. You can … um. You can save the jokes.” She tucked her golden curls behind her ears, bright eyes darting around the auditorium. “I’ve heard them all.”

  I didn’t get this far on my own believing in coincidences. And that surname was far too uncommon. The only other person I’d ever met named Miracle was the asshole who had tried to take everything from me.

  Now, I could repay him for that favor. Especially if she was who I thought she was.

  Who she had to be.

  I smiled. It was good to have a new hobby. Work-life balance was important.

  Two

  Ruth

  “And what are you doing here at Volkov, Ruth Miracle?” Maxim asked with a smile that … did things to me. He was so handsome, not a black hair out of place, his suit clinging to his shoulders, perfectly tailored. I flushed as I unwillingly recalled what I knew to be under that suit: muscles for days. I’d seen his spread in Rolling Stone. Fine. I’d obsessed over his spread in Rolling Stone, clipping the photo of him on the phone poolside, shirt unbuttoned and parted by the wind and a chest that looked like it was chiseled from marble. It had a place of honor on the wall in my dorm.

  “I, um.” Come on, Ruth, get it together! “It’s the first day of my internship. Project management.”

  “So tell me what you know about my company,” he said, his piercing eyes pinning me in place. They were scary blue. Coupled with the translation of his last name, they were part of the reason people called him the “Wolf of the Web.”

  Though that fun fact probably wasn’t going to be good enough to impress him right now.

  “You started it when you were 22 — that’s my age.” I swallowed hard. Idiot! He hadn’t asked me my age. I was so nervous I could hardly control what was coming out of my mouth.

  “Think you’ll make your first billion by 25, too?” he asked lightly. It didn’t help my nerves that I found his accent absolutely irresistible even as he was making fun of me in front of my peers.

  “I just hope I do a good job here,” I said, gripping my notebook tightly. “I’ve always wanted to make things happen the way you … make things happen. I admire your company’s philanthropic projects especially. The wifi popups in developing countries — that’s a game changer.”

  “Hoping to do a good job isn’t enough here,” Maxim said. “I expect everyone — even interns — to excel. We don’t have time for hoping and wishing here. Volkov is a company of action.” He studied me a moment longer before finishing his welcome speech.

  I sat heavily back in the theater seat I’d stood up from, the hinges squeaking in a way I found unbearable. I could barely process what he was saying, my body trembling with anxiety. He could probably tell even from up on the stage. Why had he singled me out of everyone else in here? My face was on fire.

  Regrets. I had them.

  Even now, as everyone rose around me, presumably dismissed to go excel or whatever, I thought of dozens of other things I could’ve said. That I was interested in project management because I did make things happen. That telecommunications
was in my blood. That I had ideas for projects that Maxim hadn’t even thought of. That I was going to do a great job.

  Maxim Volkov, CEO, billionaire, sex symbol, and jerk. That sexy magazine photo of him was coming down from the wall as soon as I got back to the dorm.

  “Ruth Miracle.”

  I actually had to bite back a groan at the accent I had found so sexy mere minutes ago. All I wanted to do was slink into a restroom and lick my wounds in private.

  Instead, Maxim towered over me, frowning. “Why are you still sitting here?”

  Was I mortified before? No. Now I was mortified. In my despair, I hadn’t realized that everyone had filed out of the auditorium while I sat, stewing in my misery.

  “I’m going,” I said, standing so quickly that I bumped into him. “Sorry!”

  “Slow down,” he suggested, those wolf eyes amused and watchful, arms lightly caging me against a chest that was harder than it had any right to be.

  Oh. My. God.

  “I’d better go,” I whispered. “My manager’s probably waiting for me.”

  “You’re not going to be interning in project management anymore,” he said.

  “Just give me a chance,” I said, my words tumbling over themselves in my haste to make my case. “I’ve studied your company for years. I did a project on it in high school. I have ideas. This is my passion. I’ve never wanted something as much as this, and it’s not just hoping and wishing. I worked hard to get here, Mr. Volkov. Please don’t fire me on my first day.”

  “It’s Max,” he said. “And I’m not firing you. You’re going to be reporting directly to me. You’re my intern now.”

  He was still holding me as I shuddered at his sharp-toothed grin.

  I found myself wondering if I would rather have been fired.

  Three

  Maxim

  My body responded almost helplessly to the feel of a woman in my arms. That’s how I knew I had gone too long between fucks.

  I’d fantasized for years about how best to exact my revenge on Gerald Miracle, and here was his daughter, falling right into my lap to take advantage of.

  It almost made me want to forgive her father for somehow spawning a woman as beautiful as Ruth.

  Almost.

  But even the press of her full breasts against my chest wasn’t enough to make me forget everything Gerald had done to me. To my family.

  That was something I would never forget. Could never forget — even if I wanted to.

  A tiny sound brought me back to the present. Ruth. She had cleared her throat, reminding me that I still had my arms around her. This close, I could see the color of her eyes. I’d thought they’d looked dark when I’d first seen her from the stage, but now I realized that they were shot through with honey — just a little darker than the color of her curls. They were just as beautiful as she was, I realized, surprising myself with the thought.

  I raised an eyebrow at her before slowly releasing my grip.

  “Are you finished flailing around?” I asked, just to see her blush again. “Are you ready to get to work?”

  “Born ready,” she said gamely, squaring her delicate shoulders. “What do you need me to do?”

  “Follow me.”

  I led her through the cavernous auditorium, and back down the bustling hallways of my company. The building had been designed to impress as well as to function as the hub of my operations. I had satellite locations around the world, but there was no other place for my headquarters but Silicon Valley. And even if I was all about substance, I wasn’t above style. The facility looked damn good; all sleek, modern lines and expanses of glass.

  Its intended effect wasn’t lost on Ruth. She clacked right alongside me in her heels, soaking everything in with her full lips parted minutely. I wasn’t immune to the way her breasts bounced beneath her blouse at our brisk pace toward the bank of elevators. She darted a glance over at me and caught me staring at her.

  “I’m sure you’ve already had the tour?” I asked, simply to have a reason to look at her openly.

  “Several times,” she said with a breathless laugh. “The first time was a field trip when this place first opened its doors. It kind of had a lasting impression on me, you might say.”

  I frowned. “You were here, what, then — eight years ago?”

  “Yep. Eighth grade. Fell in love.” That delicious blush again, distracting me from the fact that I was nearly a decade older than her. “With it. The building, I mean. And the company, of course. The mission. My dad’s in telecommunications, too, so I guess you can say I was raised for it.”

  We reached the elevator and I stabbed the button to go up. “Your father’s in telecommunications how?” I asked, even if I already knew the answer. It was the confirmation I needed, if only to ensure I didn’t put the wrong man’s daughter through the wringer.

  “Software development,” she said, just like I knew she would. “But he’s retired, now. He tried to start his own company way back when, but it didn’t work out.” Goddamn right it didn’t work out. “He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Gerald Miracle.”

  The elevator doors rolled open and the people who had been coming down to the lobby level skittered out of our way, even though I was in a much better mood than before. “Don’t know him,” I said flatly, punching the button for the executive offices and feeling like I’d won a prize.

  We were the only two on our way up, and I took full advantage of having my target in my sights — and away from prying eyes. I leaned close enough for her to hold her breath, for those molten eyes to go wide. Close enough to detect her perfume: citrus sweetened with floral notes. Honeysuckle, perhaps?

  “So how are you finding your first day here, Ruth Miracle?” I asked, my voice low, and hoarser than I would’ve liked. The things I could do to her in the short minutes it would take to reach the top of the building. I could have her begging for it before she could even understand what it was she wanted. It would be such a little thing to part her legs with my knee, press upward, steal her breath right from between her lips.

  “Things have been … interesting,” she said a little faintly, studying my mouth as if she could read my mind. “Unexpected. I’m grateful, above all, that I even have this opportunity. Especially to be your intern. It’s just …”

  “What?”

  “Why me?” She lifted her eyes to meet mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, least of all when her tongue darted out to wet her lips in what had to be a show of nerves. I could think of a whole list of things I wanted that tongue to do for me.

  “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” I told her, entranced by each micro movement she made in spite of her best efforts to stand her ground. The way her nostrils flared as she breathed faster, or how her long eyelashes brushed her heated cheeks. How she trembled slightly, even as she clutched her notebook to her chest. “I don’t regularly take interns under my wing. Too busy.”

  “Again, I’m grateful.” Those golden eyes challenged me. “I’m just curious about what my role will be. What expectations you have of my time here.”

  She would be downright shocked if she knew what I had in mind for her.

  The door opened and I stepped away from her smoothly. “To have an open mind. To listen and learn. To excel at everything I ask of you.”

  She trotted after me as I strode toward my office. “That’s pretty broad, Mr. — um, Max. I was thinking specific, actionable, measurable goals.”

  I was on edge today. I felt coiled, barely contained, and I was sure it radiated off of me from the way people avoided me in the halls on the way to the auditorium.

  Of course, I wasn’t here to be friendly. This was my company. I’d built it with my own two hands. My sweat and blood. I’d wrenched it into existence in Russia when I was barely into my twenties and exported it across the world. Fought against everything and everyone who had tried to hold me back.

  “What the fuck is this?” I demand
ed as I pushed open my office door, scowling at the figure sitting at my desk. I’d been looking forward to even more alone time with Ruth, laying the foundation for my plans for her. I did have some very specific goals for her internship. Instead, my brother Alexei had his feet up on my desk.

  “Is that any way to greet your own brother?” Alexei asked in Russian, his eyes shining with mischief.

  I switched languages effortlessly. I was proud of my roots, and I hadn’t lost any of my native tongue after moving to the States. “This is not a good time, brother.”

  “Maxim, have some shame,” Alexei laughed, cocking his head at Ruth. “This one looks straight out of the cradle. What are you, twice her age?”

  “No, and she’s old enough,” I said, shaking my head at him. “I’m going to have to fire my secretary now for letting you in here without telling me. You’re ruining lives, as usual. I hope you’re happy.”

  “It looks like you have an excellent replacement right here,” he observed. “Ripe for the taking. I’m glad you’re taking my advice and looking to get a little more pleasure out of your work.”

  “She’s my intern, not a secretary,” I corrected, aware of the way Ruth was fidgeting beside me. She had no idea the ways I was going to make her squirm for me.

  Alexei chuckled. “Pervert. I know the ways you like to mentor women.”

  I switched to English. “Alexei, meet Ruth Miracle, my new intern. Ruth, this is my brother.”

  “Miracle?” Alexei asked Ruth, even though he hadn’t taken his eyes off me. “What an unusual last name.”