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“Caused by my own arrogance.”

I shook my head, but he kissed me before I could say anything.

I resisted for only half a second, then I lost the battle completely and gave in to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.

A loud noise drew our attention. I pulled away and found Nikolay and Mikhail walking over to us, each boy on their shoulders.

“Bedtime for the boys, princess. And then …”

He shot me a pointed look, and even if I were naïve, it would be hard to misinterpret what he meant. I blushed, and Mikhail laughed.

“How about we get the boys ready, and Catalina and Damien can talk some more?”

I shot Mikhail a grateful smile, but Dmitriy spoke up before I could say anything.

“Can Catalina tuck us into bed, Daddy?”

He let out a small groan that I was sure the boys didn’t hear. “And I suppose you want her to sleep with you tonight?”

“Yes!” Konstantin said excitedly.

I looked down to keep from laughing. The boys got my room, but I hadn’t spent a single night away from there. I had been sleeping with the boys since we moved them in.

As amused as I was by their clear disappointment, I admitted I felt the same way.

Sex wasn’t a way to solve all of our problems, but it was one of the ways I felt the most connected to my men.

And I missed that so damn much.

“It’s okay,” Mikhail said in a low voice. “We can be patient.”

He looked at me with predatory eyes.

I felt arousal rush to me sharply, and all I could do was look back at him helplessly.

I was in trouble.

19

CATALINA

The boys fell asleep promptlyat eight-thirty, which was a miracle because on their first night here, they didn’t go to sleep until eleven.

They were obviously not used to having a bedtime, but surprisingly, they seemed to be adjusting to their new schedule well.

I was on the outside of the bed, facing them. There was a small lamp on the bedside table, and I had left it on for them. It was light enough to see their features, yet not too light to disturb their sleep.

Like me at their age, they were scared of the dark.

I reached out one hand and touched Dmitriy’s forehead. His nose wrinkled a bit before his face relaxed into a peaceful sleep.

I never really gave much thought to kids before.

Prior to finding out about my infertility, kids had always been nothing more than something I prayed would never happen to me, only because I knew where my life was headed, and I didn’t want an innocent child—my child—to be used against me.

And then, it felt like God had heard my prayers, but he’d answered them in the worst way possible.

Angelo decided to put me through a fertility test.

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