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The timer goes off again as I start to kiss her throat. She playfully shoves at me. “Dinner will be ruined.”

“Yeah?” I grin. And I kiss and nip at her throat. “Fuck dinner.”

“Ruined,” she says again, arching to offer me her slender neck.

“You know what,Lyubimaya, I’d much rather focus on dessert. You.”

But she laughs and pushes me away again. “Nope. No way.”

“You’re saying no to special dessert?”

“Hell no, but not right now.” Then she eyes me. “There’s an actual dessert, right?”

“Yeah, but?—”

“I want dinner.”

“We can make it dinner.” And I kiss her.

“I want real dinner. I’m hungry and those steaks smell amazing. Besides…” She puts her hands on her flat stomach. “I’m eating for two, remember?”

“Okay, you win,” I say, but as I pick her up to put her on the floor, I put my mouth to her ear. “I would like the jury to note I’d much rather skip dinner or eat the dried-out remnants.”

“Blasphemy. Eating for two. Okay?”

“Okay.” And I put her on the floor.

Our eyes lock.

Damn, she’s fucking glorious, and to me, glowing. I have to say the idea that I’m here from the beginning, from the flat belly to her big and round and giving birth… it’s a fucking turn-on.

I sigh, open the oven, and pull out the potatoes, and as I look at her while I plate the food, I swear to God she swoons.

“Fine,” I say, agreeing as I usher her to the table I’ve set. “I’ll feed you, woman, but after? All bets are off…”

Chapter Seventeen

ERIN

I look at Demyan,perspiration clinging to his naked flesh as I lie in his arms, replete, satiated, and knowing I’m going to be aching for more soon.

“Thanks for dinner last night.”

“Is that all?”

I trace a line along his cheek, and I smile, still getting used to this closeness I’m experiencing with him, one without barriers or walls. “Yeah. Well, there was dessert, but nothing else happened… did it?”

He growls and attacks me, and I scream in laughter as he dives under the covers to go down on me yet again. But as much as I want that, I want him, too. So I drag him back up and push him on his back. “Let me.”

“This is about you.”

“I know,” I say, leaning forward, “this is. I’m very selfish and what I want, what I desire and crave right now, is your cock in my mouth.”

He twists locks of my hair in his fingers, tugging me closer. “Oh, you do?”

“Yes,” I breathe against his lips.

Beneath me, between my thighs, his cock twitches.

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