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“Now.” Joseph plays with the joystick of his chair and maneuvers to turn around. I don’t even try to help him; I’ve been cursed at too many times to not have learned by now. “All of my children are settled in their marriages. I expect grandchildren now, Jakub.” He points at me then wheels toward the door.

“I’m sure something can be arranged.” I open the office door for him, and he wheels out.

“Grandchildren! A whole house full!” he yells while slowly rolling down the hall, probably in search of his lunch. Kasia will have her hands full with him living here for the time being, but she’s dealt with Dominik well enough. She can handle Joseph.

My phone buzzes. It’s Nicole.

She wants me to pick up coffee for her on the way home. It’ll take me an hour to get home with traffic at this time of day. Why Dominik insists on living way out in the burbs when the city is so much more alive, I’ll never understand.

But Nicole wants coffee.

And I want Nicole to have everything.

Chapter 27

Nicole

It’s been a week since my last doctor appointment where I was given the all clear for any and all physical activities. I’m going to crawl out of my skin if Jakub doesn’t act soon.

For the last six weeks he’s been relentless with figuring out the perfect amount of overbearing I’ll tolerate. Turns out I can deal with a lot of his overprotective ways. Except this one.

He’s locked away my vibrator along with all of his little toys. Under the pretense he wants me to rest and not overextend myself, he’s demanded I remain chaste while I heal. I tried once to take liberties with my fingers, thinking I’d be quiet and he’d never find out. But that man is like a hound when it comes to me stepping one toe over the line. He walked into our bedroom, marched straight over to the bed where I’d been tucked away to rest, and yanked back the covers. His lips went thin and his eyebrow arched to a perfect peak when he found my hand stuffed down my panties between my thighs. At record speed he had my wrists bound to the bed on either side of me. I had just enough room to be comfortable and not hurt my ribs, but not enough slack to be able to touch myself. I haven’t made any attempts since.

“Have anything planned for today?” Jakub, my husband who has to have the worst case of blue balls by now, asks with his easy demeanor as he cruises into the kitchen.

I swallow down the last bite of scrambled eggs from my plate.

“I want to go back to work,” I say, watching his expression. This statement has to get some sort of rise out of him. Work has been another of his hardline issues.

“I think that’s a good idea. You’ve been lounging around here long enough,” he says while dropping a piece of rye bread into the toaster.

“Lounging?” I drop my fork to the plate. “You said you didn’t… you know what… never mind.” I pick up my dirty dishes and bring them to the sink. “I’ll call Nora and see when she wants me. And where. Or should I get a new job?”

I have been gone for nearly two months now. Surely she’s replaced me.

“You want to work somewhere else?” He has this casual thing going this morning that’s making my panties more damp than usual when he’s hanging around. His jeans hang loose on his hips without his belt, and the t-shirt he’s wearing hugs his biceps in an intimate way that makes me envious.

“I don’t know.” I force myself to stay on topic. Maybe he’s waiting for me to make a move, maybe I’ve been selfish waiting for him to get all animalistic on me like he used to. Things have calmed now, maybe he’s settling into our marriage.

We’ve become an old married couple already?

“Well.” He breathes out hard and grabs the toasted bread, dropping the slice onto a small plate. “Before you can go back to work or do anything outside this apartment we need to talk.”

I lean a hip against the counter, watching him spread the butter across his toast. Even strokes, light but firm.

“Okay. About what?” My nipples tighten when he brings his middle finger to his mouth and licks off the bit of butter smeared there.

He drops the knife into the sink.

“Now that you’re all healed up and the doctor has given you the all clear for physical activities, I think we can finally deal with your attitude and disobedience.” He takes a bite of the toast, smiling at me while he chews. A crumb rests on the corner of his mouth, his kissable mouth.

“My attitude?”

“Yeah. You know, the night you yelled at me, threatened to leave, and then you did just that. Crawled out the fire escape?”

“You’re bringing that up?” I cross my arms over my chest, hiding my breasts. The thin material of the summer dress isn’t going to hide these nipples for long.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” He raises his brows at me.

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