Page 35 of Surprise Quadruplets for the Mob

“I know.” My voice is soft and a little shaky. “There’s just a lot to think about, a lot to figure out.”

“True.” He takes another step, and we’re only a few feet apart now. I can feel his heat, and it makes me shiver. “But, fuck, Abby, I still want you so badly.”

I inhale sharply as a rush of wet heat floods my core. “I still want you, too,” I admit, my cheeks flushing.

“So what are we going to do about it?” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with lust.

I have no idea, and that’s what makes me hesitate. The last time we slept together, it led to a situation that’s still playing out today. And not just the quadruplets.

“Abby.” His voice is a low rumble as he reaches for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Do you know what kind oftorture it is to have you staying under the same roof but not touching you? I’ve missed you.” He leans in close until I can feel his breath on my neck, and inhales. “Missed this.”

My knees are weak. I know if he keeps this up, there’s no way I’m going to be able to resist him. And honestly, I’m not sure I want to.

“Maks,” I breathe, my body aching for his touch. “I’m just…”

“Shh,” he whispers, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin just below my ear.

I shudder, my pulse racing. “I can’t,” I manage to choke out.

His kisses travel down my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. “You can.”

My body is screamingyes, but my mind is a jumble of emotions. Fear, confusion, desire—it’s a messy cocktail that has me spinning.

“We shouldn’t.” My words come out as a whisper, barely audible.

“Why not?” he murmurs against my skin, his hands moving to grip my hips and pull me closer.

“Because,” I protest, even as I feel myself melting against him. “It’s complicated.”

“Maybe,” he concedes, his hands sliding down to cup my ass. “But we can figure it out.”

“Maksim,” I gasp as his mouth finds mine, kissing me deeply. My lips part, and his tongue slides into my mouth, exploring every inch.

He groans, pressing his hips against mine so I can feel his erection through his jeans. “God, Abby, I need you. Need this.”

My body is throbbing with need, and I know I can’t resist him any longer. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hungrily, our tongues battling for control.

“Fuck, Abby,” he growls, his hands roaming over my body. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you,” I moan, grinding my hips against him. “But not here. I don’t want to wake—”

He cuts me off with another kiss, his hands roaming down my back until he’s grabbing my ass and lifting me up off the ground. I gasp, breaking away from our kiss and burying my face against his shoulder to keep from laughing. “Where are you taking me? We really shouldn’t do this.”

“We probably shouldn’t,” he says, still carrying me out into the hallway and over to the bedroom next to mine. “But that’s how it is with most of the things I enjoy. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t resist.”

It’s hard to argue with that. We go into the bedroom and he shuts the door behind us before carrying me over to the bed. As he sets me down on the edge, I can’t help but wonder if I’m making a huge mistake.

But the feeling of his lips on mine, and the way his hands explore my body, makes it hard to care.

“We should be quiet,” I whisper between kisses. “Or you’re helping me put the babies back to sleep.”

“I can be quiet,” he promises, his fingers tugging at the hem of my shirt. “Can you?”

“I’ll try.” I help him pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside. My bra is next, and I can’t hold back a moan of pleasure as his hands cup my breasts, his thumbs stroking my nipples.

“God, Abby,” he groans, his voice a low rumble. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“So are you.” I run my hands down his chest, then work them underneath his shirt so I can feel his bare skin. He shivers as I drag my nails over his back, pulling him closer.

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