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“I hate it, too,” he says, knowing my thoughts without me having to say them. “But it’s best to make an example so no one else gets any ideas.”
“I know,” I tell him as I reach up to smooth the spot between his furrowed brows. “I know you always do what you think is best.”
In our six years together, he’s never given me a reason to doubt him. I have and will always trust him.
“It just sucks that anyone got hurt,” he says.
With a raised brow, I pull up his t-shirt to reveal the bandage. Just a few inches below the spot where my name is tattooed over his heart. Much too close for comfort. He was the first one I treated. Luckily, it was very minor, just a superficial flesh wound that only needed a rinse with antibacterial solution and four stitches.
But he was there in the thick of it, just like he always is.
“You’d never order any of your men to do something you’re not prepared to do as well,” I remind him. “They take pride in working for you, and I’m proud of how you take care of everyone so well.” Then I give him a fake frown. “I just hate giving you stitches. I hate that one day it might be more serious than I can handle.”
He laughs. “Oh, Sera. There’s nothing you can’t handle.”
Pressing my face to his chest, I hold him tight. “I couldn’t handle losing you.” Not ever, but especially not now.
“You won’t.” He tips my chin up and searches my face. His hand slides into my hair and he leans down to kiss me. “You won’t,” he promises against my mouth.
I tighten my hold around his neck and press my body tight against his. I can remain calm in emergencies like the one I was faced with today, but then the adrenaline hits. I need a way to work it off, and Alexei knows this well. I smile and pull away, just taking him in. He’s looking more and more like the leader he is, but he’s just as breathtakingly handsome as when I first saw him on our wedding day.
Even more so, because now I know his soul, which is the most beautiful part of him.
He lifts me onto the counter and shakes his head at the apron I have on over my sundress, spattered with blood. He pulls it off and tosses it in the trash, then slides one of the straps off my shoulder and kisses along my collarbone.
“Have I ever told you how fucking sexy you are when you’re stabbing a needle through my skin?” he asks.
I’d laugh but he’s got me in a daze from the way he’s trailing his tongue along the edge of my dress, pushing it further down. “You’re a crazy man,” I say.
“And you love me,” he retorts.
“I also love this,” I murmur as he nudges my bra aside.
Drawing my nipple into my mouth, he glances up at me with a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. “Stay just like this,” he says, stepping back, then reaching for me. “No, like this.” He unclasps my bra and pulls my dress down further, then looks at my breasts like they’re works of art. “God I love looking at you. Almost as much as touching—no, tasting.”
I gasp as he licks my nipple and then pulls me to the edge of the counter, spreading my legs wide. Shoving my skirt up to my hips, he plunges his face between my thighs and nuzzles me through my panties. They’re already soaked—have been since he pulled me against him and I felt his cock stirring against my backside.
He moans in satisfaction as he pushes the cotton fabric aside and delves deeper with his tongue. There’s nothing I love more than Alexei eating my pussy—well, unless he’s fucking me.
“More,” I beg. “Deeper.”
I push on his head and tug on his hair, wrapping my legs around his shoulders. I can’t keep still, arching into his expert tongue. With a growl, he grabs my hips and holds on, pinning me to the counter. I want to hold out and make this last longer, but he’s going to force me to come. It’s a battle I don’t mind losing.
I reach above me and hold onto the cupboard. There’s no use trying to stay quiet. At the first moan, our guards will have scampered off to lay low until the final scream. They’re used to us. I’ve gotten used to them.
Alexei hits the magic spot and I buck off his tight grasp on my hips, nearly knocking him to the ground as the first orgasm rocks through me. With a laugh, and a smooth, practiced motion, he whips open his jeans to reveal his massive cock. I swallow hard, already craving it but still too weak to do much more than stare. He doesn’t give me any time to recover, but lifts me up and drags me close. I wrap my legs around him, grinding against his silky rod to get every last delicious pulse as he carries me toward the back patio.
“Let’s watch the sunset,” he says. I swat him and yelp. “No,” he clarifies. “I mean, let’s watch the sunset while I fuck you.”
He smothers my laughter with a kiss and before he can settle on a spot, I take his face in my hands. “Wait, stop. I have something to tell you.”
I’m giddy from the release he’s given me and the news I’m about to tell him, but something on my face makes him freeze. “Oh, Sera. What? Tell me.”
Now my laughter is nervous. We’ve waited a long time for this, so I could get through school and start my career. We’ve never really talked about it except as some far off someday. What if he’s not happy?
“Tell me,” he urges, looking desperate.
“I just found out this morning,” I say. He starts to put me down but I keep my legs locked around him, still cradling his stubbled jaw in my hands. “I’m pregnant.”
