I would have betrayed my vow to protect her if I had let that happen. Once I have fastened the tiny buckle, she plants her other foot on my chest with a smirk.
“When you get home, these do not come off.” I kiss her shin and caress her ankle as I set her foot on the carpet. Her smirk disappears.
“I wish I didn’t have to go,” she pouts. “But this one has been sitting for a few weeks and we need the sale.”
We. I need this house sold as much as she does, to conceal the real source of my income. Hailey has become an essential player in my enterprises. I truly cherish this woman.
“You will return soon. Think of me while you’re entertaining these pampered idiots.” I swat her on the bottom to give her a taste of what she has to look forward to when she gets back. Hailey grabs her purse and rushes out to the waiting car. “It’s just you and me now,” I say to Natalya. My daughter lets out a piercing wail that fades into a sob. A rave review for her father’s care. She takes no shit, just like her mother.
“Ludmila,” I call out, but my housekeeper is otherwise occupied. I carry my fussing infant to the kitchen and heat up a bottle for her. I put her down for a nap. Finally, I have a bit of time to myself to focus on business.
Less than ten minutes into my catch-up call with Valerian and Andrei, a conversation I have been putting off for days, my wife returns.
“We will discuss later,” I tell them.
“When does paternity leave end?” an exasperated Valerian complains in Russian as I hang up on him. Soon. I have to get back to work soon, but who can think about dealing with enemies and outwitting the Feds when I have such a tiny bundle to look after?
I’m turning soft. I’m becoming my father. Speaking of whom, I need to arrange a visit to show him his darling granddaughter.
Right now, I have a more intimate concern to worry about. My wife has returned, and she is back to her old tricks. I adore her smart mouth.
“Good news, they loved it, but they’re looking at several other options and won’t make an offer right away?—”
“I said to leave those on,” I remind her when she bends to take off her shoes. I don’t mind the view from this angle, butI have reasons for her to keep those shoes on. She stops, then straightens.
“My feet are killing me. I walked all over that mansion. Twelve thousand square feet. Eight bedrooms. Nine bathrooms. An entire basketball court in the basement.” She tiptoes over to me. I like her in heels. It puts her mouth closer to mine. Crouching, I bend and scoop her up. A seam rips. Her thighs grip my hips. I’m already hard for her.
“You can take them off when I give you permission.”
“Rafail, you need to get back to work. Direct some of this bossiness at someone who appreciates it?—”
I stop her with a kiss. She is ready for me. Our tongues tangle. Finding time for one another has been challenging since Natalya arrived. I am not letting this opportunity pass me by. Even if she is right about me needing to find a better balance between work and life.
I have a life now. Before, I didn’t. I was all work and very little play. While that made me the strongest bratva leader on the East coast, I find myself enjoying domesticity more than I ever thought possible.
I roll her onto the bed. Hailey gives me an arch look and refuses to uncross her ankles. I nip the spot below her earlobe as punishment. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to let me go.”
My wife pouts. Free, I kick off my pants and push her knees wide. Her pussy is already wet and ready for me, but she can be wetter. I kiss her there through the mesh of her stockings. No panties. I finally trained her out of the habit of wearing them by destroying too many pairs. There is only her sweet nectar and soft folds trapped behind a layer of nylon.
A cage. A prison.
I crook my finger, dig into the fabric, and tear. Hailey gasps. I don’t give her time to protest. I dive into her petals and feast until she comes against my face.
“That is one,” I tell her with a smirk, knowing it infuriates her as much as it turns her on. I collect her legs and hold them against my chest.
“Who’s keeping score?”
“Let’s see how many I can fit in before the baby wakes up.” Those vicious spike heels point directly at my chin. I like to live dangerously.
“You’re on.”
Keeping her thighs closed, I press my cock into her pussy and watch her squirm. Another seam in her dress tears. I could have stripped it off her, but I enjoy dismantling her professional mask. She comes undone only for me.
Her tight cunt squeezes around my hard length. I caress her thighs and set a steady pace. Her throaty moans turn higher pitched until she clenches the bedcovers and comes on my cock. I grit my teeth not to follow her. When her climax has passed, I pull out briefly and flip her onto her stomach.
I enter her from behind and cup her chin with one hand. “Look at us in the mirror,” I order her. For once, Hailey does exactly what I command. I almost wish she would fight me. We don’t have endless time.
I come hard, unable to resist the pull of her third orgasm. Just in time, too, for a tiny, querulous sound from Natalya’s room reaches our ears right then.
