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He chuckles, moving slowly, deliberately, while his mouth works on my breasts. I dig my nails into his back, trying to anchor myself as sensation builds.
Maybe going on leave early wouldn’t be the worst thing. I am growing a human being. Don’t I deserve to be pampered a little? My patients would be in good hands.
And apparently, so, would I.
“Wait! Kovan,” I whisper as he suddenly stops moving. “What happened? Where did you go?”
He pulls back with that infuriating smirk. “I’m not giving you another orgasm until you give me what I want.”
My mouth falls open. “You areevil.”
He shrugs. “A man does what he has to do. How badly do you want to come?”
I wrap my hand around him and squeeze. “If I don’t come, you don’t, either.”
“I guess not.”
I look down at him, already aching with need. The man’s body is art, and we both know exactly what it can do to me.Infinite pleasure.That’s what.
“Kovan, I have responsibilities?—”
“Yes, you do. To yourself and our baby. And to me,” he adds firmly. “It’s time you let me take care of you. In every way.”
“So, no sex until I give in?”
“That’s the deal.”
I shake my head. “I can’t believe I’m negotiating my career for orgasms. I’m a terrible doctor.”
“A good doctor knows when to take care of herself. This would be that time.” He groans as I continue stroking him. “You’re killing me here.”
“Are you sure you don’t just want to have your way with me?”
“I plan on having my way with you until neither of us can walk,” he promises. “But not until you agree.”
My resolve crumbles completely. My body is calling the shots now, and she’s about to go through hell in a month. She deserves some fun while she can get it.
“Fine!” I snap. “You win.”
“You’ll start maternity leave?”
“I’ll email Richard today. Now, please, for the love of God, finish what you started.”
He grins and slides back into me, and within minutes, I’m falling apart around him, my body contracting until I tease his release from him, too.
I have to admit, it’s not a bad way to begin maternity leave.
47
KOVAN
“You’re going to want to kiss me when I tell you what I found out!” Osip announces as he bursts into my office.
Pavel looks up from his phone and wrinkles his nose. “On the lips or on the cheek?”
“Lips!” Osip shouts. “Definitely the lips.”
“I can tell you with absolute certainty: that will never happen,” I say. “No matter what you think you have to give me.”
