Page 141 of Nine Months to Love
“Exactly. Camille doesn’t wake up before noon if she can help it.”
Olivia laughs and reaches for her phone anyway. She dials, puts it on speaker.
Camille answers on the third ring. “This better be good,” she mumbles exhaustedly.
“You’re in Italy!” Olivia practically squeals.
“And I’m jet-lagged as hell. Your fiancé is insane, by the way. But also kind of sweet. When he’s not being a raging asshole, that is.”
I lean toward the phone. “I can hear you.”
“Good. You should know that if you hurt her, I will find a way to make you suffer.”
“Noted, as always.”
Olivia’s grinning. “Can you be ready in an hour? We’re going dress shopping.”
“An hour? Liv, I look like death warmed over.” She sighs. “But for you, I’ll be ready.”
They hang up and Olivia turns to me, eyes bright. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“Get used to it.”
“To what?”
“Me doing insane things to make you happy.”
She kisses me again. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“You’re marrying a monster. Let’s not get carried away.”
“Mymonster.”
The possessiveness in her voice goes straight to my cock. I pull her onto my lap, already hardening against her. “We have time before you need to leave,” I say.
“Do we?”
“At least thirty minutes.”
“That’s not much time.”
“It’s enough to get a few things done.”
I kiss her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breast. She gasps and arches into me. “Stefan?—”
“Shh. Let me make you feel good,lisichka.”
And I do. Slowly, thoroughly, until she’s trembling and gasping my name.
By the time we make it downstairs, Taras is already there, drinking espresso on the terrace like he owns the place.
“Morning, lovebirds,” he calls.
“Taras,” Olivia says warmly. “Thank you for bringing Camille.”
He shrugs. “Wasn’t my idea. Blame your fiancé.”
“I do. Constantly.”
