Epilogue - Rodion

I arrive back at the warehouse, my brothers both looking as tired as I feel.

“That was a good day,” Rad says, climbing out of my car, stretching his arms back and flexing his back, shaking out some of the tension from a good day of work.

“Fuck, that went brilliantly,” Roman agrees.

He pushes the button to unlock his car, pulling the door open, but then turns to me.

“Thanks for the ride, Rodya. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Thanks, guys, that was really good. We can finish up the rest of the packing tomorrow.”

I watch as my brothers climb into their cars and pull out of the warehouse parking lot.

Finally, I get to go home.

I’m tired, hungry and happy. Life is great at the moment.

The sky is growing dark when I pull up into my driveway at home.

It’s been a long day but an incredibly successful one. The Dubrovs and Kuznetsovs have become an unstoppable force and whatever projects we take on together are practically an instant success. It shocks me every time—how well we are doing.

Today’s joint operation proved yet again that we are an incredible team.

I’m exhausted though, and I can’t wait to get inside and hold my wife in my arms. I want to breathe in the gorgeous scent of jasmine and let it wash away my busy day. She is my heaven, my place to unwind and let go.

I take the steps leading to our front door two at a time. Reaching for the handle, it opens before I get there and she is standing on the other side, waiting for me. Her smiling, beautiful face is looking up at me.

“I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to be able to come home to you every day.” I grin, pulling her into my arms and kissing her fiercely.

She laughs and wraps her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes to get closer to me. But she has to turn her body to the side because her belly is so big it gets in the way.

“I made salmon and roast potatoes because you said you were craving it,” she says, taking my hand and pulling me into the house.

I close the front door behind us. Then, squint at her.

“I am pretty sure you were the one who was craving it,” I chuckle.

She grins, “I was, but then I convinced you to crave it too and now we both get what we want.”

I shake my head. “Princess, I have exactly what I want.” Placing my hand over her massively swollen belly, I rub small circles on her tummy. A little bump makes me jump in fright.

“He kicked,” I say excitedly. “I will never get over how amazing that feels.”

“He’s been doing that all day. I think he knows how frustrated I’ve been,” she sighs. Wrapping both hands around her stomach.

“Why have you been frustrated?”

“Because—I want to be on these joint operations with you guys. I don’t want to be waiting at home while you have all the adventures without me. Just when I was getting ready to be involved with the family business—this little monster arrived—“ she gestures over her belly.

“My love, you are seven months pregnant. You aren’t going to be involved in much of anything besides growing a tiny human. You can come with us after the little guy is born, and you’ve had time to heal and settle. And even then—maybe you won’t want to. Maybe all you’ll want to do is stay at home and stare at our baby and wonder about how we managed to create something so amazing and perfect.”

She laughs, that beautiful musical sound. “Maybe—or maybe I’ll wait until he is older. Then I can start coming with you.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lean her against my side. “So, where is this amazing salmon and potato dish that I have apparently been craving all week?” I chuckle.

Anya leads me right to the dining room where it is already set up and waiting. “How did you know to have it ready now?” I ask, curious.

“Live location, remember?” She laughs.

We both agreed ages ago to keep our live locations shared. It makes us both feel safer and it helps me worry less about her.

Over time, I have done my best to stop being so controlling and in return, she actually gave me more control. We really are perfect for each other in every way.

I pull her chair out for her and then sit down right next to her, our legs pressing against each other beneath the table. I need to be near her. I need to be touching her.

Reaching over the table, I dish up food for both of us, and we eat together, chatting about the day and how the baby's room is going to be decorated. Anya wanted to start a few months ago with putting it together, but she keeps changing her mind about the theme and the designer is getting annoyed. But now she seems to have finally settled on an underwater ocean-themed room.

“You know the design is more for you than the baby in the beginning?” I ask.

“How so?” she tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Because he will be too little to understand any of it. You are the one who is going to be doing late night feedings session, rocking in that comfy chair and staring at the decor.”

She laughs, “This is true. Maybe I need to rethink the design again.”

I crack up laughing. “What have I done?” I tease her.

After dinner, I clear the table and stack the dishes in the kitchen for the housekeeper to deal with in the morning.

Anya comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist, resting her head on my back. I feel the massive bump of her tummy against me.

“You are wrong, you know,” she sighs softly.

I turn to face her, lifting her chin up with my hand wrapped around her jaw.

I scrunch my face in worry, unsure about what she is referring to. “What do you mean I’m wrong? What am I wrong about, princess?” I ask, wanting to fix whatever is bothering her.

“You said that all I can really do now is grow a tiny human.”

“Um—ok? I don’t follow.”

She lets her hand drift down my chest, lower, brushing her fingers over my cock. My body is instantly fired up at her touch.

“There are definitely other things I can do.” The mischievous grin on her face is the most delightful thing I have seen all day.

Without needing even a second more of encouragement, I scoop her into my arms and carry her upstairs. She laughs all the way, knowing she has me wrapped around her little finger.

In our bedroom, I move slowly, undressing her while she slowly starts undressing me. I am taking my time, savoring every inch of her. Her gorgeous body, the safe haven for our future growing in her belly.

I trace my fingers over her swollen stomach as I drag her top up over her head, tossing it aside and then returning my hands to her soft skin.

“I love how your body is changing. You look more beautiful every day,” I whisper to her. “You are quite literally glowing from within.”

Anya rolls her eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly pink.

“I feel like a hippopotamus sometimes,” she sighs, but giggles.

“Well, then you are the sexiest hippo I have ever seen.” I turn her around so that her back is pressed up against my chest. Feeling the heat of her blood, flowing through her and burning into me. Her body against mine is the heaven I desire.

Gently, I run my hands over the front of her body. Cupping my palm against her belly, then up towards her swelling breasts. They are creamy, full and soft. They are getting bigger by the week.

The pulse of desire I feel for her grows more intense by the second.

My skin burns with need and my cock is rock hard and pressing against her ass cheeks.

Being close to her is like igniting a fire inside me. It quickly rages out of control.

I gather her hair in my hands and knot my fingers through it. Lifting it up and away from her delicate shoulders so that I can trace kisses along the curve of her neck.

She moans softly. A sound that makes me wild.

I guide her towards the dressing table and stand her in front of the full-length mirror. My eyes trace over her body, me standing behind her. She looks small next to me.

She hesistates for a moment, looking shy and beautiful. Then she locks her eyes with mine in the reflection and I grin, leaning forward, dipping my hand between her legs to feel the soft warmth of her delicate pussy.

Her lips part and she gasps softly as I slowly push my fingers inside her. She tilts her head backwards against me, melting her body into mine. Her hair falls down her back and feels like silk against my skin.

Delightful, haunting sounds fall from her full, pink lips.Flushed with desire.

Gently, I push her forward and she rests her hands on the edge of the dressing table, still facing the mirror. She arches her back, lifting her pussy towards me with her eyes locked forward. She can see everything I’m doing to her. And the mischievous glint in her caramel eyes is like flakes of golden fire.

I spread her legs wide, kicking them apart with my feet, then stand behind her, and grab my cock in my hand. I start rubbing my hardness over her pussy. It sends a thrill of delight through me, the anticipation of being inside her.

She bites her lip, and it makes my cock throb, growing even harder.

I tease her by dipping inside her, just slightly, and then pulling out again.

She shudders with pleasure and rocks her ass backwards towards me, asking for more.

I love teasing her like this—the problem is that I think it drives me crazier than it drives her.

I can see the naughty grin on her face when she rubs her ass over my cock until it slides inside her pussy again.

I keep teasing until I can’t take it anymore. She’s getting wetter and the sweet scent of her is more intoxicating by the second. It’s too much for me to handle. I need to be inside her. Now.

I hold her hips tightly as I push forward.

I thrust all the way into her, running my hand up her chest and wrapping my fingers around her throat to hold her still—I start to move back and forth, pushing my cock into her—over and over again. Fucking her harder as Iwatch how her breasts bounce in the mirror and how her pupils are dilated with pleasure. Fuck. This feels incredible. My cock belongs to her. And she belongs to me.

I will never get enough of her.

All want is her. More and more of her every day. She is my entire world and the only thing that I will never let go of.

She locks her eyes with mine again and a devilish smile touches her lips.

Her hand drifts down her own body, moving teasingly over her creamy skin, and slips between her legs as she begins to play with her clit.

I growl, deep and wild, fueled to the point of losing all control of myself. I grip her throat tighter and she moans loudly. Her pussy tightens around me and I slam into her, harder than before, becoming desperate, pushed to the edge. Just the sight of her doing this is enough to make me explode, but I hold back, even though the last threads of control that I have are breaking.

She keeps moaning, louder and longer, as her own pleasure builds to match mine.

Her fingers move faster over her clit and her pussy pulses and throbs, massaging tightly around my cock.

She gasps loudly, her lips parting and her head tilting upward. I can feel she is seconds away from ecstasy. “Come all over me, I want to feel everything.” I growl against her ear.

The perfect synchronization of our love—moving together, breathing heavily, our eyes wild with delight.

The moment her orgasm hits, I feel her entire body shudder against mine.

I thrust deep inside her and explode, feeling each wave of her orgasm pulse over my cock as I release my pleasure into her.

Her legs are shaking and unsteady when we finish and the smile on her face is one of pure satisfaction.

I turn her to face me and lift her up in my arms again, carrying her to the shower.

With the hot water splashing over both of us, I gently soap her, and she does the same to me. Then we crawl into bed together, her curled up against me, my hand resting on her belly and our future.

“I love you more every day. It always seems impossible, but then it happens. I will never stop loving you, princess,” I whisper, as we drift off to sleep.

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THE END

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