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“You didn’t have to be so condescending,” I add.

Kiya raises her eyebrows at us.

“Fine,” Alik says.

“Done,” I add. “Anything else?”

Kiya suddenly smirks, and a shiver runs up my spine. The same anticipation I feel when Alik is going to punish me.

“During this pregnancy,” Kiya says, somehow managing to stalk toward us, “I’m going to be the biggest brat you’ve ever met. I’m going ask for whatever I want, and I’m going to expect it whenever I want. Fettucine alfredo in the middle of the night. Hot bubble baths every single night. Sex whenever I want it…. And you all can’t punish me for it until the baby comes.”

She's standing right in front of us now, eyes sparkling with deviousness and mischief, and I might be the wettest I’ve ever been able to become without needing lube to help. A glance at Alik tells me he’s just as turned on as I am.

“You can use your safe words, of course. If I cross too many boundaries or—”

As usual, Alik has zero restraint when it comes to Kiya and kisses her before she can finish her sentence. I let him have a turn and then push him out the way to get my own kiss.

While I’m kissing her, Alik says, “You certainly know how to drive a hard bargain, Miss Fantoni.”

With effort, Kiya pulls away from me and mutters, “It’s Mrs. Vorobev, actually. I am your brother’s grieving widow, after all.”

Kiya walks around both of us and heads toward the hall.

“And I’m sodevastatedthat my husband died just weeks into our venture into holy matrimony. Won’t you both make me come until I forget it?”

Alik and I exchange just one look before chasing her into the hallway. I get to her first and slam her into the wall, putting my lips to hers.

“Not so rough, Nadezhda,” Alik warns, pressing his body into me. His cock already hardening and poking into my ass.

I take my lips off Kiya and turn to kiss Alik on the lips. “She can take it.”

“She can,” Alik agrees, kissing me and then leaning around to kiss Kiya. “But our son isn’t so strong yet.”

That’s right. How could I have forgotten something so life-changing so quickly.

I turn to Kiya and begin to ask, “Are you—”

“I’m pregnant. Not delicate glass. The baby’s fine.”

“But—”

“Addy called a doctor to look over me. We’re fine. Now stop talking,” Kiya snaps. “Stop talking and let’s get upstairs. Or in the playroom. I don’t care where.”

I don’t care either. I’m sure Alik concurs. Because all that matters is that Kiya almost became a casualty of our family’s stupid sordid past and manipulations. We almostlosther. Not just because Vaughn tried to have her killed, but because we lied to her. And she came back. With conditions that Alik and I are going to grudgingly meet because they aren’t unreasonable. But she came back on her own all the same.

We stumble as we make our way to the stairs. But it’s slow going up them because we’re all reluctant to let each other go. A tangle of limbs and lips. Then one of us trips trying to get up the stairs, and Kiya ends up sitting above us while I stand before her and Alik stands on the step behind me.

We aren’t making it up the stairs. Let alone to the bedroom.

With that realization, I waste no time at all pushing my pants and panties down my legs and taking them off. My blouse and bra follow. Kiya’s only just managed to get her top and bra off, and I happily help her with her panties and leggings before plunging my fingers into her pussy while putting my lips on hers.

She whines into my mouth. Squeezes one of my breasts while her other hand finds my pussy to return the pleasure I’m giving her.

Fuck, I forgot how fucking good she was with her hands. Especially for someone so new at this. Has to be all the sketching and painting she does that helps.

“Yes. Yes. Right there. Fuck. You’re so good at this,” I say.

Her thrusts become harder and faster in response.

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