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“I’ve had to put up with him for two years. He still flirts with you every time we go in there, and I hate him.”

“He thinks we’re cousins,” she reminds me.

“Well, whose fault is that?” I smile, refusing to be deterred. “He’ll just think we’re really taboo.”

When Samantha’s all cozy in her pajamas, Sveta hands her to me and says, “We’ll have to bring her with us. That’ll really confuse him.”

“Deal,” I tell her, already looking forward to walking in there with my arm around my wife and our daughter in a stroller. I’ll finally be able to tell that little fucker to keep his eyes off what belongs to me. I smile as I think about it and kiss our daughter’s head. One of my favorite parts of the day is giving Samantha her bedtime bottle while I rock her, so Sveta isn’t at all surprised when I say, “I’ll give her the last bottle tonight.”

She smiles up at me and then leans closer to give our daughter a kiss. “Night, baby girl. I’ll see you when you wake up.”

Samantha smiles and then turns her attention back to me when I start to walk her out of the room while telling her how much we both love her. I’m constantly telling her that, because even though she may not understand the words right now, she understands the meaning behind them. Grabbing her bottle, I sit in the rocker and feed her, murmuring to her the whole time that her mommy and daddy love her and that we’re so happy to have her. She watches me until she’s too sleepy to keep her eyes open, and then she drifts off while I continue to rock and whisper how much we love her.

I’m reluctant to put her in her crib, but I’m also eager to see mywife. A huge grin spreads across my face. Sveta Kozov, my beautiful, vivacious wife, the only woman I’ll ever want and the one who will always keep me on my toes. She’s a handful, but she’smyhandful, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Double-checking that Samantha’s safe and secure for the night, I kiss her head, breathing in the soft lavender scent of her shampoo before leaving her to her peaceful sleep.

It’s time for me to go find my wife.

Chapter 17

Svetlana

When I step out of the shower, Vitya is leaning against the edge of the counter, waiting for me. I can’t say I’m surprised. He’s been eyeing me like he’s ready to pounce all day, and now that Tony has given him the green light, he’s not going to be satisfied with me getting him off in every way I can think of that doesn’t involve him sliding into my pussy. Nope, the look in his blue eyes makes it clear he’s a man on a mission.

His gaze runs over me, slowly trailing over my skin, watching me as I pat myself dry, but when I start to wrap the towel around my chest, he pushes off from the counter and takes it from me. Dropping it to the floor, he drags a finger along my collarbone.

“You won’t be needing that, sweetheart.”

I reach out and pinch the fabric of his shirt. “Then you won’t be needing this either.”

He smiles down at me, letting me pull the shirt up and over his head. It falls next to the towel as I run my eyes over the beautiful body in front of me. I know every inch of this man, and I love every one of them. It’s not just the tattoos and sculpted muscles that drive me crazy,though. It’s also the old scars from the night I saved his life, the new ones from the night he saved mine, and the Russian Orthodox cross that he never takes off. He wears his history,ourhistory, and that’s what sets my heart racing so fast I can feel it in my chest and what always takes my breath away.

I run my fingers lightly over the scars, feeling the black stitches that will be in for a few more days and then drift lower. His abs tighten at my touch, and when I run a finger over the thin line of dark hair that runs below his navel, he hisses out a breath and cups my face.

While his thumb caresses my cheek and his eyes stay locked on mine, I undo his pants and slowly pull the zipper down. He groans when I slide my hand into his boxers, eyes falling closed when I curl my fingers around him and run my thumb over his slit, soaking it in his pre-cum.

Bringing it to my mouth, I suck it clean as he opens his eyes to watch me. “Better get out of those pants, Vitya.”

He smiles and leans closer so our lips are almost touching. “You’re not the one giving orders tonight.”

I give the head of his cock a soft squeeze while running my slick thumb over the ridge of skin that always drives him crazy. When the movement pulls another groan from him, I ask, “You don’t think so?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Before I can argue or tease him again, he cups my ass and lifts me up, forcing my hands off his dick.

“Your stitches,” I start to say, but he cuts me off with a gruff, “They’re fine, Sveta. Stop fucking worrying about me.”

I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck. “Never, Vitya. You can growl at me all you want. I’m never going to stop worrying about you.”

“And here I thought you’d be a nice submissive little wife.”

“Well you only have yourself to blame for that one.”

He smiles and gives one of my cheeks a hard enough smack to make me gasp. “I much prefer you like this,pcholka. I’d hate it if you didn’t give me reasons to spank this perfect ass.”

“I promise I’ll always give you reasons,” I tell him, knowing that’ll be the easiest promise in the world to keep.

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