Page 32 of Nikolai Petrov

“This will not mean our road is any easier, love.” His beard rustles the hair on the top of my head as he rests his chin. “When Yuri finds out, there will be another war.”

My stomach cinches tightly and I feel bile rising in my throat.

“Things are different now, though,” he continues. “My sons are older and have made great strides in taking out many of Yuri’s troops.” His fingers splay over my ass as he pulls me tighter against him. “And we will work very hard on a whole new generation of soldiers.”

He tastes like bourbon and mint as his lips touch mine.

Nausea flows over me with a cold sweat and I nearly lose my recent drink against him. Heat burns up my cheeks as I cover my mouth to run to the adjoining bathroom.

I barely make it before the acrid ginger flavor burns its way back out of me into the toilet.

“Baby bird, are you okay?” He leans against the frame of the door. God, he’s sexy, even with that worried look on his face.

“I’m so sorry. I think it’s nerves. I was really worried about you.” My hands shake as I pull some tissues from the counter and wipe my mouth. Watching the crumpled wipes swirl down the drain, my tongue runs over my teeth and my belly rolls again at the bitter taste.

“Maybe you’re showing your love for me in other ways,” he purrs into my ear as his hands wrap my waist from behind. “I have something for you. Come, let us go back to our room. Bring your book.”

Scooping up my ginger ale and novel from near the chair, he waits for me at the door and drapes his hand around my hips as we walk back to our suite.

With a click of the lock, he presses a firm kiss against my temple. “Wait here.” He gestures to the bed.

When he starts to walk to the closet, my tummy rolls again. “Daddy, I’m not sure if I’m ready for being tied up tonight.” As much fun as it is, I’m afraid I’ll puke into the pillows.

“Oh, no, little bird. Not tonight.” His voice carries before him as he steps back into view holding a small white box.

A tinge of excitement runs through me. “I love it when you give me presents! What is it?” My hand reaches out eagerly and he drops his surprise into my hand.

It’s a pregnancy test.

I practically float to the bathroom, a giddy panic fluttering my breath with each step.

Nikolai follows me and pauses at the door when I try to push it around.

“No. I eat there. You can’t block my view of my favorite restaurant.” His soft brown eyes crinkle in the corners as he smiles. “Go on, you’re killing me by making me wait.”

Clumsily I fumble with the plastic packaging before pulling out the small dipstick.

“It’s hard to pee when you’re watching me.” Fire burns across my neck and face as he peers down.

“I could make you come so hard you squirt on it, if that would help.”

That makes me laugh hard enough I relax and wet the end of the probe.

As I brush the vile taste from my mouth, we both stare in anticipation until a little blue line forms.

“Oh my god.”

His laughter fills the tiled walls of the bathroom and he scoops me into his arms, cradling me to his chest.

“My beautiful wife. Giving me a new purpose as a husband and a father.” He lays me gently on the bed and pushes the robe from my shoulders. Kicking his sweatpants off he frees his stiff length and pulls our naked bodies together.

“Don’t worry. I wish to hold you against me and think of all the places I want to come in you now that I’ve sown my seed.” He runs his hand down my shoulder and over my ribs leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Tickling lightly over my hips, he cups the back of my thigh and pulls my knee over his.

“I guess we should enjoy this while we can,” I giggle. “It won’t be long until all you’ll be able to touch is my big belly.” My sensitive nipples brush his chest, sending small arcs of electricity through me.

Maybe I’m not as queasy as I once was.

“I’ll be able to touch every piece of you. Staying flexible and limber is important for an easy birth.” As if to prove his point, he pulls my knee higher until it rests over his waist. Broad strokes of his fingers work their way back up my body until he knots them into my hair, tugging my face up to meet his.

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