His words completely unravel me, the pace of his thrusts building to a perfect frenzy, deep thrusts laced with tenderness. Our bodies are slick and synced. I grab his shoulders and kiss him fiercely.
“I love you,” I gasp against his mouth. “Fill me, please.”
He breaks first, roaring into my neck, spilling hot inside me, his cock pulsing as his body shakes. His orgasm takes me with him, the climax feeling like an exploding star between my thighs, my walls gripping him and carrying us both through the pleasure.
When our orgasms fade, we cling to each other, sweat-slicked and spent, his arms wrapped around my shuddering body. He pulls back just enough to search my eyes, then he kisses me gently on the lips.
“Mrs. Orlova. I like the sound of that.”
I smirk, tracing his jaw. “Earn it,Pakhan.Lifetime contract.”
His laugh rumbles. “Happy to put in the work.”
I’m still wrapping my head around what this is between us.
But it feels eternal.
EPILOGUE I
GABBY
Three years later…
“Alittle help, maybe?”
I’m wrestling a double stroller through the front door of a café in River North, and I swear the thing weighs more than the twins combined. And the job isn’t made any easier by Lena banging her boots against the footrest and Nikolai choosing thisexact moment to figure out how to unhook the shoulder straps.
Thankfully, the café host puts down his phone and hurries over to help.
“Thanks,” I say. “You’d think I’d have developed the upper-body strength to haul this thing around by now.”
Together, he and I hoist the stroller over the threshold and into the café.
“Alright. Where is she?”
The place is gorgeous, all blond wood, curved glass, and soft jazz. Not exactly the most kid-friendly place in the world, but that’s fine—not everywhere has to be Chuck-E-Cheese.
No sign of Angie. Stylishly late, as usual. Thankfully, the kids have calmed down a bit. I swoop down and stare at their cherubic faces.
God, they’re both gorgeous. I can’t get over it. Nikolai’s all dark—his curls matching his eyes, those same obsidian pools as his father’s. Lena’s more like her mommy, with thick blonde hair and gray-blue eyes hidden behind the favorite sunglasses she loves to wear, like she’s constantly hiding from the toddler paparazzi.
“Alright, kiddos,” I say, flicking my eyes from one gorgeous face to the other. “Daddy’s going to be here soon. And Uncle Johan and Grandpa Peter.”
“Daddy’s here?” Nikolai asks, his dark eyes widening with excitement.
“Almost,” I say. “So, how about this—we get a couple of chocolate croissants and sit near the window. And then?—”
An excited squeal blasts through the air. I stand up and see Angie by the entrance, her fists balled up below her face, total excitement on her features.
“There she is!” She rushes over, throwing her arms around me and squeezing so hard I think my eyes might pop out of my head.
“Good to see you too, bestie,” I say, hugging her right back.
She plants a kiss on my cheek, complete with loudmwah, then hurries around to the front of the stroller. “And therethey are!” She opens the straps and scoops Lena out, giving the little lady a big hug. Lena laughs so hard her sunglasses fall off. “My favorite twins in Chicago!”
“Aunt Angie!” Nikolai sticks his little arms out, eager for a hug of his own.
Angie gently sets down Lena, then turns her attention to Nikki. “And there’s my little man!” She brushes his dark curls out of his eyes and gives him a once-over. “I swear, you’re getting too handsome for your own good.”
