Page 119 of Emerald Vices

With a sigh, he leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I know you’ve only wanted to do therapy once a week since the twins arrived, but I think it might help to see her twice a week like you used to.”

I’m so determined to throw him some sort of bone that I find myself nodding. “Okay, I will.”

“Good.” He grazes my cheek with the tips of his fingers. “I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

With that, he turns and walks off, leaving my skin tingling, my heart aching, and my core throbbing.

50

NATALIA

“Thank fuck that’s over,” Andrey rumbles the moment we pull out of the parking lot. “It’s unnatural to force a man to watch his wife with another man between her legs.”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” I scoff. Secretly, I’m kinda flattered by the chest-banging, she’s-my-woman vibe he’s got going. “He’s my doctor. You didn’t mind when he was pulling the twins out of me.”

“Totally different situation.”

“Well, whatever. I’m just glad I can start working out again.”

His head swivels in my direction, eyebrows raised. “Have you been pounding pre-workout lately or something? I’ve had a gym on the property since we met, and I’ve never seen you use it once.”

“That was before.”

“Before what?” He looks over at me like he doesn’t know. Like it’s not painfully obvious exactly what I mean.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “I want my pre-baby body back. I’m sure you do, too.”

He arches those dark eyebrows higher. “I like your body exactly the way it is.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the stretch marks are a real turn-on,” I snort. “The stuff fantasies are made of.”

Andrey isn’t laughing, though. “I have a woman who carried my children, gave birth to them, and has spent the last six weeks nursing and nurturing them. That is absolutely what fantasies are made of, Natalia.”

I purse my lips. “Yeah. Sure. Totally.”

Suddenly, the car swerves.

I grip the door, biting back a scream as Andrey parks on a deserted side street. “Andrey!” I shriek. “What are you doing?”

He turns to me after throwing the car in park. “I’m trying to figure out where I failed.” He turns to me. “Because somehow, you’re under the impression that I don’t find you attractive.”

My cheeks are burning red. “Well, we haven’t exactly had sex recently.”

“Because up until a few minutes ago, you weren’t medically cleared for sex.”

“I’ve been fine for the last two weeks and I… You know what? Never mind. This is so not a big deal. Let’s just go home, okay?”

Andrey takes his hands off the wheel. “The night you wore that pink thing to bed, I had to sneak off in the middle of the night to jerk off before I could get any sleep. I nearly rubbed myself raw.”

“You what?”

“Natalia, you have no fucking clue just how sexy you are. Right now, exactly the way you are.” He curls a hand around my waist and suddenly, I find myself flying over the center console, landing right on Andrey’s lap. He grabs my hand and places it on his crotch. “What do you feel?”

My eyes go wide. “You’re hard.”

He smiles, leaning his seat back so that my spine isn’t hitting the steering wheel anymore. His hands glide down my back and squeeze my hips.

“Andrey,” I squeal as he raises my skirt, hiking it around my waist. “What are you— We can’t! Not here.”

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