Page 66 of Mafia Christmas Vows

“Yeah?”

“We will go as slow as you need. I want to show you how very, very good this can feel. Would you like me to show you?”

I pull back and the tension inside me unfurls a little.

Alexei is undoubtedly the love of my life. He always makes me feel better. Through the past year, we’ve come across many challenges. Neither of us knows the answers to everything, but Alexei is so good at keeping calm and making me feel like I can do anything, it doesn’t really matter.

It’s been a heck of a year.

But with Alexei, I can take on anything.

And I am really freaking excited to try this.

Especially with him.

“How did you pick which ones to order?” I ask as I study the box again.

He shrugs. “I just went with one of each category.”

My lips curl into a smile. “You just randomly clicked on one?”

Alexei’s cheeks get a little red. Well. It looks like I’ve done the impossible, and gotten under the skin of my cool-as-a-cucumber husband. “Milaya, I picked the highest rated one in each category,” he says a little defensively.“I got so distracted thinking about you using them that I could not possibly choose just one.”

I laugh and put a quick peck on his cheek. “Thank you, Alexei.”

“No, milaya. The thanks are all mine. Now. Are you ready?”

I wink at him. “Let’s see what toys you put in my stocking, love.”

I lay back down on our bed, and pull my soft cotton pants off all the way. His attention focuses in on me with laser-like intensity and goosebumps break out over my skin. I hook a finger in my panties and slowly pull them down my legs.

I can feel his eyes track the whole way.

Over the last year, I’ve gotten a lot bolder. I like it.

Alexeilovesit.

His stare is something I’ve gotten used to, and I have to say, it’s part of the game now.

I sigh, pretending to be unaffected by the weight of his focus, and shrug. “I guess we should just pick one and see how it goes.”

Alexi’s eyes go molten. They take on that hungry look that I love so much to see as he scours my naked body. I let my legs fall open, showing him my center and where I am so incredibly wet for him.

He scrubs a hand over his mouth as he looks. “God, milaya. You’re so fucking pretty.”

I move a hand down toward my core, loving how he watches every second of the journey. “Pick one, Alexei,” I repeat huskily.

He blinks like he’s trying to gather his thoughts. With wide pupils that never leave mine, his hand gropes in the box and pulls out the glass dildo that I was a little intimidated by earlier. Dimly, I notice it has a unique shape and color.

I laugh. “Alexei, is that shaped like a candy cane?”

“It’s festive,” he says hoarsely, and I laugh even as I swirl my fingers around my clit. Alexei, still fully clothed, tucks the glass into his waistband. He puts his shirt over it. I tilt my head at him in curiosity.

“To warm it up,” he explains. “It’s too cold right now. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

I shiver, because part of me wonders what it would feel like cold. However, given how truly dismal the Russian winter can be, I realize that he probably is right. I nod and arch for him, showing my body’s features.

It’s a good thing he hasn’t noticed how they’re changing…

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