Page 151 of Inked in Devotion

That seemed to appease Kirill, but I knew exactly what Aralina was doing. The bodyguards would have had to clear it with Theo. Or Aralina had cleared it with Theo herself. And he couldn’t argue with his wife much, could he? Especially when he was being neglectful. Kirill suspected Ivan knew something or had done something that had pissed Theo off. I sensed a breaking point. And it was coming soon.

When they left, I turned to Chloe. “Want to sleep here?”

“We could,” she said. “We have everything Sebastian needs, including his octopus. And you said you have a sleeping bag in the Escalade.”

The bedrooms weren’t furnished, but I told Chloe to take Sebastian to the one she liked and I would take care of hauling in the rest.

The house had seven rooms and with the same number of bathrooms, and three half-baths. Not unusually large by any means, and I figured once we had more children and outgrew the house, I’d worry about that later.

For now…

Chloe picked the biggest room. She opened the French doors to the balcony, sliding the screen to prevent night creatures from creeping in. Besides the sound of the crickets and the breeze taunting the trees, the evening was peaceful. Moments like this I reflected how the drive to do my job had shifted and I wasn’t complaining. I didn’t see my job in shades of red anymore. I saw it in every second I spent with my family assured of their security. I considered their happiness my biggest achievement.

“Sure this is okay?” I asked fluffing the sleeping bag on the wood floor. “We don’t have pillows.” We had used the ones in the car for Sebastian.

“You can be my pillow,” Chloe said.

The sultry huskiness of her voice made my dick jump. I once wondered if Chloe and I would develop a secret language, and it appeared we had. And that was when we wanted to sneak in sex while Sebastian slept.

I glanced at our son. He was snoring lightly.

Fuck. My fingers flew to my zipper and grappled to unzip myself while my erection hardened painfully. That was how rapidly my wife turned me on with just the right words and inflection.

Chloe laughed breathlessly while lowering herself to the sleeping bag and wiggling herself out of her jeans.

I yanked off her sneakers to help her along and fumbled with her underwear.

In seconds, I was buried deep inside her.

Fuuckkk!

I gritted my teeth against her shoulder. She felt incredible. So snug. We just fit.

Sebastian made a tiny sound.

We froze.

We watched our son with bated breath. He resumed snoring.

Chloe and I locked eyes.

Hers crinkled at the corners and she giggled adorably.

“Oh my God, life with a toddler,” she breathed.

“I love it,” I said. “It’s thrilling.”

“You and your thrills.”

I cupped her face between my palms. “I love you.”

“Oh, Nikolai. I love you, too. Thank you for this house.” She circled her hips. “But now, please move.”

Ah, my perfect wife.

Giving me a perfect son.

And maybe a perfect daughter.

My perfect family.