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I wrap my arms around his neck, and he picks me up easily. I wrap my legs around him, securing my body against his, leaning back until we are eye to eye.
“I have to meet with my adviser today,” I tell him, going in for a kiss.
“Nyet. It is your birthday. You will stay home with me.”
I smile against his mouth as he carries me to our bedroom.
College didn’t last long for me. Well, at least going on campus. It didn’t take long for me to see I hated going into class. I always felt like people stared at me, and I didn’t like being away from Sasha. Even if he was hovering right outside the door.
For so long I thought I was looking for something from the outside world, but after a few weeks in college I realized I’d created the dream in my head. It was something to hold on to because I thought I could never have what I truly wanted. Sasha.
I don’t know how he did it, but once I told him everything, he somehow made the college let me do everything online. For the most part I don’t step foot on campus, with the exception of going in to talk to my advisers.
“It will only take a second. Then you can take me to a fancy restaurant, where I’ll order everything on the menu.” I push on his chest to let me down, but he doesn’t.
“Are you hungry, angel?” His eyes are heated, and I know where this is going. We don’t have time for that, even if I want it just as much as he does.
“You fed me breakfast twenty minutes ago,” I remind him. Though since I found out I was pregnant, I’ve been eating everything. I haven’t had a trace of morning sickness, which has been a surprise bonus. This baby isn’t letting any food go. “It’s a two – hour drive and I still need to get ready. I’m running late.”
“They will wait,” he says easily. I don’t know how he has so much pull at the college, but I’m not shocked by it. Sasha can always get what he wants, and even more so when it comes to something I want.
I roll my eyes, knowing if I let him take me to bed we’ll spend the whole day there. I lean forward, taking his mouth in a kiss. He growls like we didn’t have sex twice before breakfast. Neither of us is able to go for more than a few hours without it.
“Please,” I pout. I bat my eyelashes at him when I pull back, and he drops his forehead to mine, his breathing heavy. I know he wants me bad enough there’s no stopping it, so I’m patient for his decision.
“I can deny you nothing, my angel.” He reluctantly places me on my feet. I can tell he doesn’t want to let me go, but he does.
“Give me fifteen minutes,” I throw over my shoulder as I rush toward my closet. It takes me a minute to find something that will fit me. We should probably go shopping while in the city today. All of my clothes are getting to be too small. I grab a pink dress even though it’s a little chilly out. It used to fall to my knees, but the baby bump brings it up a few inches shorter. I don’t have much time, so there’s really no choice. I put on some mascara and lip gloss before walking out of the bathroom and going for the door. I’m not surprised to see Sasha standing outside the bedroom. He has this thing about not letting me go down the stairs by myself now that I’m knocked up. It’s silly but sweet at the same time.
His eyes narrow on me, then he shakes his head.
“It’s all that fits!” I protest.
One of the rules with school was that I pretty much had to be covered from head to toe — a rule I didn’t fight him on after the frat party incident. And on top of that, after actually going to a class and seeing the way people looked at me, I realized he had a point.
He lets out a deep breath. I probably shouldn’t tell him I’m not wearing underwear. I’ll save that surprise for dinner.
“It’s really starting to show,” he finally says, taking a step towards me. His hand rubs my belly, and I watch as the tension along his shoulders eases.
“Everyone will know I belong to you. There’s no need to worry about the dress,” I tell him. He doesn’t look convinced.
“Come, angel.” He grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. “I want to make this quick. I don’t like sharing your attention.”
“You’re not going into my adviser meeting,” I tell him as he leads me down the stairs. He doesn’t answer me, just lets out a grunt, which I know means he’ll get his way. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. I said that on purpose, knowing what his response would be.
