Page 114 of Sexting the Single Pakhan

He chuckles, then delivers a light smack to my ass cheek. “Mine too.”

I giggle, then yawn, suddenly exhausted.

Leonid shifts gently, still buried deep, and kisses my temple. “I have a surprise for you.”

I lift my head. “Really? What is it?”

He smiles, then lifts me by the waist, easing me off him and laying me back against the pillows. He slides down beside me, pulling the covers up over us both.

“Rest first,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead. “When you wake up, it’ll be waiting.”

I pout, already half-asleep. “Can’t you just show me now?”

“No rush,” he whispers, brushing hair from my face. “I’ll show you when you wake up.”

I want to argue, but my eyelids are too heavy.

When I get downstairs, Alexei is in the living room, sprawled on the couch, watching some animated show. When he hears my footsteps, he twists around, face lighting up.

“Laurel!”

I smile, lowering myself carefully onto the couch beside where he’s sitting. “Hey, buddy. Where’s Daddy?”

“In his office,” Alexei says, scooting closer so he can lean against my side. “He said he has a surprise for you.”

My brows lift. “What is it?”

Alexei grins, pressing a finger to his lips. “I can’t say. It’s a secret.”

I laugh softly, ruffling his hair. “Okay, I won’t make you spill.”

Footsteps on the stairs make me look up. Leonid appears at the bottom, casual in dark jeans and a fitted gray T-shirt.

“Ready for your surprise?”

I glance at Alexei, who’s already bouncing on his toes. “I think we both are.”

Leonid offers me his hand. I take it, letting him help me up. His palm settles on my lower back as we follow Alexei out the front door and around the side of the house toward the garage.

Alexei is practically vibrating with excitement, skipping ahead. When we reach the wide-open bay doors, I see it immediately: among the rows of vehicles is something new, a glossy black Mercedes GLE, red bow tied across the hood.

I stop dead.

Leonid steps up beside me, pulling a set of keys from his pocket. “It’s yours.”

I stare at the car, then at him. “But… I have a car.”

He raises one brow. “No offense, but that thing you used to drive around in isn’t a car. You’re never going back to driving that.”

I roll my eyes, fighting a smile. “You’ve never liked my car.” Not that I’ve driven it in months anyway. Since I moved in here, I haven’t been behind the wheel.

“Correct.” He places the keys in my palm, closing my fingers around them. “This one is safer. More space for the car seat. And it’s armored.”

Alexei bounces beside me. “Do you like it, Laurel? Can we ride in it?”

I laugh. “Yeah. I love it.”

I open the driver’s door, slide in, inhaling the new-leather smell. Alexei scrambles into the back seat. I start the engine, and ease it out of the garage, circling the fountain in the driveway. Leonid stands at the edge, arms crossed, watching us with a satisfied smile.