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Before I can talk myself out of making the next move, I saunter into Boris's office, hips swaying deliberately. He looks up from his desk, eyes darkening at the sight of me. I’m aware of the fact that the hem of my shirt skims my mid-thigh at most.
"You're making it very difficult for me to focus," he growls.
"Am I?" I perch on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs. The shirt rides up, exposing more of my thighs. "I just thought you could use a distraction."
Boris grabs my waist and yanks me onto his lap. "Minx," he accuses, but his lips are curved in a smirk. "What am I going to do with you?"
"I have a few suggestions." I loop my arms around his neck and grind against the hard length straining against his slacks. "Unless you have something else in mind?"
His gaze darkens further with lust. "You're going to be the death of me."
"But what a way to go," I purr before sealing my mouth over his.
The kiss is hungry and deep, full of promise. Boris's hands roam under the shirt, stroking up my body until he cups my breasts. I moan into his mouth as he rolls my nipples between his fingers.
When we break for air, I'm breathless and aching. "Boris," I whisper. "I need you."
"Not now." He gently sets me away from him and stands, adjusting his slacks to hide his arousal. "As much as I want to bend you over this desk, I can’t do that, Robin. It could be unsafe for you… and our child. But,” he inches closer, sliding a hand up my thighs. I shiver as he inserts a finger through my soaking pussy. “I can go down on you again, like last night,” he offers breathlessly.
I close my eyes. God, I’d love that.
But knowing what I know now, it wouldn’t satiate me.
“Boris,” I moan. “The baby and I will be fine,” I urge. “We haven’t had sex since the night we made this little one,” I joke.
He breaks into a grin and shakes his head. “You’re impossible,” he declares. “But I can’t take the risk that something might go wrong.”
Frustrated, I push him aside, wanting to clear this argument once and for all.
"Boris," I snort, rolling my eyes. "I'm not made of glass. And I won't let you treat me like some fragile doll." I watch as his hands clench into fists at his sides, the knuckles white.
"Look, I'm going to call my doctor." I whip out my phone with determined fingers, punching in the number before he can object. "You're going to hear it straight from her."
"Robin—" he starts again, but I hold up a finger to silence him just as the call connects.
"Dr. Patel? Hi, it's Robin Zolotov. Quick question for you."
"Hello, Robin. How can I help you today?" Dr. Patel's voice, warm and professional, fills the room via speakerphone.
"Is it safe to have sex while I'm pregnant? Like, actually safe?"
"Absolutely, Robin," Dr. Patel answers promptly. "As long as your pregnancy is progressing normally, which yours is, sex is safe and can be beneficial. It's encouraged unless I advise otherwise."
"Did you hear that, Boris? Encouraged." I stress the word, locking eyes with him. There's a fire there I've never seen before, burning through his resistance.
"Thank you, Doctor," I say, ending the call without waiting for a response. The room is silent except for our heavy and charged breathing.
"Robin, I—" Boris swallows hard, the battle clear in his eyes.
"No more talking," I whisper, rounding the desk to stand in front of him. "I'm done with words."
Boris barely has time to register the conversation before I'm in his arms, kissing him wildly.
He chuckles against my mouth, hands sliding down to grip my ass. "Someone's eager."
"You have no idea," I growl, nipping at his lower lip. I've been ready since I entered the office this morning, desire simmering under my skin the entire day. Now, with Boris here and mine for the taking, I can't wait any longer.
I drop to my knees right there under his desk, fingers working at his belt. Boris sucks in a sharp breath as I free his cock, already hard and straining.
