Twelve months later
Nerves tickled in India’s belly as she slipped her feet into flat brown leather boots that matched her cream and beige tea dress. It settled smoothly above her knees, which allowed Mikhail to admire her legs.
As though her thoughts had conjured him up, he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist while his chin rested on her shoulder. His hands rubbed over the slight swell of her three month pregnant stomach. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Voss?” He kissed her on the curve of her neck as her hand reached up and caressed the side of his face.
“I’m nervous,” she admitted. “I didn’t think that I would have the chance of a happy life with the man I love.” She sighed and turned in Mikhail’s arms and wrapped hers around his neck. “Even after we left the Federal building all those months ago, I still didn’t believe we’d be safe to have a life together. And, as bad as this sounds, it wasn’t until five months ago when your father was killed, that I really started to believe that we’d be safe.”
Mikhail pulled her close and held her tightly in his arms. “Oh, honey. My father’s death set catalysis of events in motion. One of which was our freedom from having to look over our shoulders for the rest of our life. It also meant that Hugh could go home and see his father.”
“Hmm.” She nuzzled into his neck. “I love our life so much, Mikhail. I’m glad that Dimitri insisted we still change our names once the main threat against us was gone.”
“It’s safer that way,” he mumbled. “I love you wife, and our little bean.” He gently touched her belly and she laughed at the feel of his arousal, strong and pulsing, trapped between them.
“I love you too.” She curled a leg around his hip and gasped at the new position.
Mikhail growled at the back of his throat. “We don’t have time.”
She rotated her hips and made sure that she rubbed him in the right spot to rev his engine.
“You are playing with fire,” he hissed.
“Mmm,” she nibbled his earlobe, “I thought I was playing with you.” Her hand slipped between them where she pressed her palm hard against him before she squeezed him in her fist.
“India!”
She chuckled. “We have to be quick.” Her fingers worked quickly and shoved his pants down past his hips before she pushed him down to the bed. She grabbed her dress up around her waist and climbed onto Mikhail’s huge cock that he held ready for her.
His language was colorful as she settled on him and her flesh quivered when his large hands gripped her naked bottom.
“No panties,” he groaned.
“I always want you, but today I need to feel you inside of me before we leave.” She undulated on him and watched as his eyes rolled. “When we see my father today, I want this fresh in my mind so that I know what I have . . . he intimidates me.”
“Not today he won’t. We’re going there so you can have your say after what he did to you, and to make sure he knows that you’re mine now.” Mikhail gripped her tightly. “We’re together and nothing and no one will separate us.” He slammed his lips to hers and when she thrust her tongue into his mouth he thrust his hips before he flipped her over to her back.
“I need you,” Mikhail growled before he rocked against her. Seconds later his thrusts became stronger and the fire in her belly started to spread throughout her body.
She arched and fastened her legs around his thrusting hips just as her release tore through her. She squeezed him so hard that she felt when he was about to come . . . and then he exploded so hard inside of her that she felt his release as he squirted against her walls.
“Oh God, India. I can’t get enough of you.” He dropped his face into her shoulder. “Every time is so good.”
“Mmm, now I don’t want to go anywhere,” she admitted, threading her fingers through his hair to hold him close.
“The only place I want to go is to bed with you.” He admitted. “But we’re due elsewhere, and we need to get it over with.”
Unfortunately she agreed.
She smacked his naked butt. “Off with you then.”
Chuckling, he rose and after a quick kiss to her nose he slowly withdrew and goose bumps rose on her skin at the sensation.
“Don’t move. I’ll clean you up first.”
She watched him yank his pants up before he grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom.
Her heart was so full of love for the man she couldn’t live without and very soon they would start their new life hundreds of miles away, as Ian and Rosa Voss.
THE END