50. Natalia

50

NATALIA

"Thank fuck that's over," Andrey rumbles the moment we pull out of the parking lot. "It's unnatural to force a man to watch his wife with another man between her legs."

"Oh, for God's sake," I scoff. Secretly, I'm kinda flattered by the chest-banging, she's-my-woman vibe he's got going. "He's my doctor. You didn't mind when he was pulling the twins out of me."

"Totally different situation."

"Well, whatever. I'm just glad I can start working out again."

His head swivels in my direction, eyebrows raised. "Have you been pounding pre-workout lately or something? I've had a gym on the property since we met, and I've never seen you use it once."

"That was before."

"Before what?" He looks over at me like he doesn't know. Like it's not painfully obvious exactly what I mean.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat. "I want my pre-baby body back. I'm sure you do, too."

He arches those dark eyebrows higher. "I like your body exactly the way it is."

"Yeah, I'm sure the stretch marks are a real turn-on," I snort. "The stuff fantasies are made of."

Andrey isn't laughing, though. "I have a woman who carried my children, gave birth to them, and has spent the last six weeks nursing and nurturing them. That is absolutely what fantasies are made of, Natalia."

I purse my lips. "Yeah. Sure. Totally."

Suddenly, the car swerves.

I grip the door, biting back a scream as Andrey parks on a deserted side street. "Andrey!" I shriek. "What are you doing?"

He turns to me after throwing the car in park. "I'm trying to figure out where I failed." He turns to me. "Because somehow, you're under the impression that I don't find you attractive."

My cheeks are burning red. "Well, we haven't exactly had sex recently."

"Because up until a few minutes ago, you weren't medically cleared for sex."

"I've been fine for the last two weeks and I… You know what? Never mind. This is so not a big deal. Let's just go home, okay?"

Andrey takes his hands off the wheel. "The night you wore that pink thing to bed, I had to sneak off in the middle of the night to jerk off before I could get any sleep. I nearly rubbed myself raw."

"You what ?"

"Natalia, you have no fucking clue just how sexy you are. Right now, exactly the way you are." He curls a hand around my waist and suddenly, I find myself flying over the center console, landing right on Andrey's lap. He grabs my hand and places it on his crotch. "What do you feel?"

My eyes go wide. "You're hard."

He smiles, leaning his seat back so that my spine isn't hitting the steering wheel anymore. His hands glide down my back and squeeze my hips.

"Andrey," I squeal as he raises my skirt, hiking it around my waist. "What are you— We can't! Not here."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because…" I look around. This street appears deserted, but that doesn't mean it'll stay that way. "We're out in the open! Anyone who passes by will be able to see us."

His fingers drift up my thighs and push aside my panties. "Then let's give them a show."

"Let's just wait." I try to push him away even as I grind myself against his cock. "When we get home, we can?—"

"I've waited long enough, lastochka ," he growls, nipping at my ear as his fingers slip inside me. "I'm done waiting."

I stop caring about passersby around the same time I plant my palms on the roof of the car and roll myself onto Andrey's fingers. Dr. Abdulov and the Pope himself could be in the backseat, and I wouldn't be able to stop.

He circles his thumb over my center, and I cry out. It's embarrassing how close I already am. How much I've been waiting for this.

But Andrey doesn't seem to mind. His lips brush against the shell of my ear. "I've missed the way you respond to me."

He strokes his fingers out and back in, and I arch my back until my shoulder blades hit the horn. I'm only vaguely aware of the sound. It's nothing more than white noise to me now.

I'm too consumed with Andrey—his intense eyes, his perfect lips.

I scramble to unbutton his pants, and if there was any doubt about his attraction to me, it's gone the second he springs free. When I wrap my hand around his length, he growls. He's strung so tight that he can barely move as I press him to my entrance and slide down, down, down .

We sink together with a mutual sigh of relief, and I press my forehead to his. "I've missed you."

"I'm right here, lastochka ." He folds his fingers through mine, wrapping our arms around my lower back so he can work into me deeper. "I'll always be right here."

We move together until the car is rocking back and forth. Until our panting fogs the windows.

"How could you have any doubt that I wanted you, baby?" Andrey snarls as he slams into me from below. "This is what I want. You and me, always…"

The orgasm robs me of an answer. For a long time, all I can do is moan and give into it. Until, finally, it sets me back down, breathless and sweaty and spent.

"This is what I want, too," I whisper to him. "Always."