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“I’m not done with you yet,” I whispered in her ear. “So I’m taking you to my room so I can have my way with you.”
She shivered in response, but she didn’t refuse.
Chapter Seventeen
April
My eyes fluttered open and set on an armoire far more masculine than the one in my room. There was more light filtering into the room as well but more than that was the feel of a hot, hard chest pressed against my back. A possessive hand cupped one of my breasts. A smile crept across my face as last night came back to me in vivid color.
Igor.
I don’t know how it happened. One minute he was criticizing my clothes, and we were arguing about him being a jerk and the next his mouth was on mine in sweet, hot, oh so satisfying kisses. My body held a familiar, yet delicious ache and images of the night flashed in my mind. God, that scene in the kitchen was hot as fuck and even though I knew it was a bad idea to get mixed up—moremixed up—with Igor, I couldn’t help myself. His every touch set my body on fire and when he brought me up to his bedroom for a night of endless orgasms, I was a willing participant.
Igor and his masterful knowledge of how to please me was the perfect way to break my fifteen month dry spell.
In the cold light of day I waited for regret to sink in. Only it didn’t. It wasn’t the smartest thing I’d ever done but it felt so damn good that I refused to regret it. I couldn’t. And the reality was that at least for the duration of my pregnancy, Igor was my only means of pleasure.
And boy was he excellent at it.
But I’d never been good at the morning after. They were always awkward which was strange after a night of passion, and with only one serious boyfriend since I started having sex, I’d had plenty of awkward morning afters.Time to go.
I sat up as slowly as I could to avoid waking Igor.Avoid the awkward, you mean.I rolled my eyes at my annoying conscience and slid toward the edge of the bed. “And there she is,” I groaned as morning sickness gripped me almost immediately. I smacked a hand over my mouth and rushed toward the nearest door which was, thankfully, Igor’s private bathroom. I made it just in time to empty the contents of my stomach which wasn’t much after a light dinner and then Igor interrupted my late night snack.
On my knees, I hugged the toilet and retched until there was nothing left to donate to the porcelain god. My eyes watered and chills settled over my damp skin, but I was too exhausted, too weak to move. A hand on my shoulder made me jump and I looked up and right into Igor’s worried expression.
He twisted the cap off a bottle and handed it to me. “Drink,” he ordered.
I accepted the bottle and gulped the fizzy, sparkling liquid. It was cold and satisfying. “Thank you.” His kindness surprised me. Maybe not surprised but I expected a housekeeper or other staff to help me.
Igor easily lifted me off the floor and set me on the closed toilet seat. “Better?”
I shrugged. “It’s relative,” I answered and took another sip. My gaze wandered over his beautiful, sculpted bare chest, his strong arms that bunched and flexed with every move hemade. “Better than a few minutes ago, sure. But not exactly better.”
“This should help.” He spoke in a low tone as he patted my face with a warm, damp wash cloth. “Is this common?”
I nodded, unable to look away from his handsome face so full of concern. “Daily yes but the severity varies.”
“You should have told me,” he murmured before he took the water and scooped me in his arms before depositing me onto his bed. “I will call the doctor. Something must be done.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his take charge attitude. “Thank you but I’m pretty sure morning sickness goes hand in hand with pregnancy.”
“Doesn’t mean they can’t do something to make it better than that. I thought you were dying.”
I sat up and smiled when I caught sight of the crackers and ginger ale on the nightstand. “Thanks for this but I have this in my room.”
“I had Marta stock up on several types of crackers and ginger ale. Drink it,” he ordered in that high handed tone that seemed to come naturally to him.
“Bossy,” I grumbled and reached for a cracker.
Igor sat beside me and rested one hand on my thigh. The expression on his beautiful face is a mix of worry and fear. The softness in his expression did funny things to my belly and my chest, dammit. If not for the sex, this soft and gooey look wouldn’t confuse me but with those orgasms fresh in my mind, the lines were getting blurred.
I tried to stand but another wave of nausea hit me, and Igor put a hand on my shoulder and forced me back down. “I’m going to my room.”
“Stay here. Eat and drink. Now.”
I glared at his commanding tone, but it had no effect on him.
“Eat or I will feed you.”
