“Come for me,dorogoya.Come for me right fucking now.”
I pick up the pace and fuck her until the room around me blurs at the edges, until a white light takes my senses completely.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out and the orgasm rips through both of us, wave after electric wave. Until she nearly collapses on the stares in front of me.
When my knees are capable of bearing weight, I pull myself to my feet. Then I bend down, pick her up, and carry her to the bedroom.
I undress her gently and run a bath. The scent of lavender and vanilla fills the air in aromatic swirls, and I help her into the warm, bubbly water.
“You relax,” I tell her, kissing her on the forehead.
“Oh, trust me,” she purrs with a content sigh. “I am very relaxed.”
“I mean it. No more working off the clock. No more concerning yourself with things that can wait. And no more worrying about Jenica.” I tip her chin up to bring her eyes to mine. “Ty moya…” I tell her before kissing her again.
As I make my way out of the bathroom she sighs. “I really need to learn Russian.”
Don’t worry,kotyonek.
I’ll teach you everything.
28
AMARA
“I don’t remember the last time I was bent over with my ass in the air without a man standing behind me.”
I bite back a laugh at Electra’s words, nearly falling out of downward dog. I don’t think the rest of the room—a room of pregnant women all doing prenatal yoga—appreciates her humor, but I’m so happy to be hanging out with her again that I don’t really care who’s annoyed with us.
“Seriously, how long do we have to hold this?” she mumbles, and the instructor, a thin older woman with the bending capacity of an uncooked pretzel, shushes us.
Electra bites her lips and we both muffle our giggles. It’s the first yoga class I’ve gone to, and when I told Electra I was going, she signed up too, even though she’s not pregnant.
“Listen, I’m curvy enough. Who are they to tell me I’m not with child?” she said, and I just laughed. She’s nuts and I love it.
Honestly though, between this and getting to work in the office again, life has been bliss. Well. Other than the occasionalunannounced threats I get from Jenica. And the night sweats. And the half-asleep scares I’ve had in the middle of the night when I could have sworn I saw Tristan standing outside my window.
But all of that aside? Life is starting to look up. Except for right this moment, when life is looking down at the ground because we’ve been holding downward dog for no less than three solid minutes.
“Every drop of blood is in my head…” Electra says dramatically. “I think I’m going to pass out.”
On cue, whether the class is supposed to be over or not, the instructor has us shift into lotus—aka cross-legged sitting. We press our palms together and bow forward with anamaste.
“Thank God,” Electra says as we roll up our mats. “I really need a mimosa.”
It earns her no less than five dirty looks.
We make our way out of the studio, into the sunlight, and pause. I’m not ready to go back to the house yet. And I know Ransome’s rules. Yoga and home, no stopping in between.
Of course, we got out early today. And I really do need to eat.
“Let’s grab lunch,” I tell her, pivoting towards a Thai restaurant.
“Hell yeah. Now you’re talking.” She sighs dramatically. “All that bending in half has me starving. Who knew that yoga was actually a workout?”
“All the fit people who do it…” I trail off.
She just rolls her eyes in my direction before flipping me the bird.
