Page 56 of Secret Bratva Baby
I grab it and pull it back. I like it where it was.
She sighs softly and closes her eyes.
For a moment, we just lie there, wrapped in each other, catching our breath as I stare up at the ceiling.
Damn.
That was incredible.
That was beyond incredible.
“Shall we go find food?” I say when I realize she might be falling asleep on the gym floor.
“Mm,” she murmurs.
I wiggle out from beneath her and find her pants, pulling them back on her legs while she giggles and tries to help me. But she’s being lazy and making it harder for me, so I grab her ankle, lift her leg, and tug her pants down.
We’re both laughing at the spectacle.
Eventually, she sits up and pulls them the rest of the way up over her hips.
I can’t help myself—I reach for her, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her face close to mine and kiss her.
My heart races.
This isn’t lust or desire or need.
Yes, that is already beginning to burn again, but this is—intimate.
When I pull away, her cheeks are flushed pink.
She smiles shyly.
“We should, um, get some lunch and check on Lily,” she whispers.
I stand up, holding my hand out to her. When she takes it, I pull her to her feet, her body pressing against mine for a moment before she steps away, still smiling.
My phone is sitting on the bench at the edge of the gym mats, along with our water bottles. Rose picks up her water and takes a long sip while I check my phone.
“Mila took Lily to the zoo. It was one of the options of places we said she could go. And she took three guards with her.”
“Lily loves the zoo. As long as they are safe, that’s great,” Rose smiles, looking relaxed.
As far as I am aware, my rivals don’t know Lily is my child, so she should not be at risk. But knowing the guards are with her anyway is good.
“So, we have the house to ourselves,” I smirk, my voice dropping lower.
“What does—"
I scoop her up in my arms and throw her over my shoulder, marching towards the house with her laughing and kicking her legs out, asking me what the hell I’m doing.
I carry her all the way to the kitchen, where I set her down on the kitchen counter, with her legs hanging over the edge.
She swings them happily while I call out the different snack options I’m finding in the fridge and freezer.
“Two-day-old pizza. Chinese. Cheese and cold cuts. Mm. I’m not sure what that is. Pickles. Ice cream. Chicken nuggets.”
Rose is laughing at me.
