“I’m always hard for you.
I take him in my mouth, getting better and better at accepting his size as I stroke the base of his shaft with one hand and my head bobs forward on the upper part of his shaft.
There’s a popping sound as I come off his cock to admire it for a second, but the void left in my mouth is too much, and I take him right back again.
I listen as he moans and it gets me so hot, my other hand slides from his shaft and moves my bikini bottoms to the side as I rub myself quickly, approaching completion almost instantly.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he moans.
“Uh huh,” I moan and suddenly he sprays my throat with his juices which I gulp down just before my body jerks and I have to focus on not biting down as every part of me tenses as my body joins him in complete bliss.
I come up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand like a feral beast. We both smirk at each other and then strip off our swimsuits entirely and jump into the sea.
A moment later he’s back on the boat getting snorkel equipment and parking the boat so we can explore the underwater perfection.
I chase him. He chases me. And sometimes we catch each other in an embrace which causes us to sink and then we both swim up to the surface laughing our hearts out.
It’s been so romantic this past month in Montenegro, and also the time we spent back in Russia in the dacha. Then again the two of us could have fun inside a cardboard box, as long as we were together.
We finish swimming and get back up on the boat, where he pulls out a picnic basket filled with grapes, cheese, crackers, an assortment of meats from nearby Italy, and a map.
“What’s the map for?”
“We’ve got two choices. We can turn back later and go to the house, or we can also disappear, boating the Mediterranean all summer.”
“That’s what I call a high-quality problem.”
“The only problem we have is how can we get to ten kids by tomorrow.” He smiles, taking my hand.
“About that,” I say, watching his eyes light up.
“When I went to get things for dinner the other day I kind of swung by the doctor. Don’t worry, I didn’t give them a real name or any information.”
“I never worry with you. You know I trust everything you do.”
“And I trust that you’re going to be happy with this news.”
“What news?” he says his back straightening and his face filling with anticipation like he’s ready to almost tackle me in a hug.
“I’m pregnant,” I say, and he does literally that as we roll across the deck laughing like two teenagers in love.
“You mean we’re pregnant,” he says as we come to a stop, side by side and his kisses me softly.
“Yes, we. My favorite word.”
“Mine too. Because whatever we do, we always do as a team.”
“Forever,” I say.
“Forever,” he says, as the crystal clear blue waters sparkle off the sea, but the only star I see is the one in front of me. The man who’s starred in every dream I’ve had since we got here. And he’s more than just the man I dream about, he’s mine in real life. My real life Russian hero who I forgave long ago for stalking me and for his jealous ways.
He may not like it, at all, when other men look at me, but that’s fine by me. It shows me just how much he cares and how deeply he loves me.
And after we resume course, and sail through the Ionian Sea before entering the Mediterranean, he won’t have to worry about anyone looking at me for a while.
It’s going to be just the two of us for a while, but not too long.
We’ll have to get to land soon because we’re pregnant. Oh how I like the sound of that.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
Ivan
Five years later
“Why is everyone wearing orange, dad?” our four-year-old Peter says.
“Today is King’s Day in the Netherlands, buddy.”
“There’s a party for you?”
“Not me,” I say scooping him up in my arms so he can get a better view through our window.
Willow and I arrived in Amsterdam five years ago and fell in love with the city, never leaving. It’s a beautiful, international city so it’s easy for us to fit in. We were able to get a house right on the canal within a week of arriving and we keep our boat docked nearby. To say it was perfect would be an understatement.
But it’s not perfect because of the way the canals look under the streetlights at night, or the beautiful home we live in, or anything else…other than them.
My family.
They make my world go round and now that I’m semi-officially retired I can devote all my time to what matters.
Them.
Willow and I still take on some cyber security projects, but only if it’s a project we know will benefit humanity or the earth. It’s such a change from working with governments when you never really know for sure what they’re up to, despite what they tell you.
And we still get a kick out of the fact that both of our governments think we’re long gone, deceased. Nothing could be further from the truth.
“But mommy always calls you the king,” Peter says.
“I’m only the king of our castle, buddy. And you’re a prince.”
“Me?” he says turning in my arms and pointing at himself like he’s so surprised.
“Yes you!” I say, and he starts giggling as he looks up at me with those big blue eyes.
I give him a kiss on the top of the head and then set his feet back down on the floor and he goes running off, most likely to play with his twin sister Piper. They’re like two peas in a pod, going everywhere together.
I watch over my family like a hawk, but it’s nice to know we live in a super safe neighborhood with a lot of other kids they can play and grow with. Human relationships are what life’s all about, which is what my woman has taught me, without having to say a single word.
Just one look at her and my heart still races. Heck, just the thought of it has me racing off to our nursery to check on our youngest, Abigail.
“How’s she doing?” I say as I wrap my arms around my woman from behind.
“Hey you,” she says as she slowly rocks her little crib side to side.
“She’s sleeping like a doll.”
“You mean a princess,” I say. “Our little princess.”
Willow’s hand comes off the crib and we tiptoe out of the room and back to the window, watching the festivities of King’s Day in the canal.
“It looks like all those people are having so much fun,” Willow says.
“Do you miss it?”
“What do you mean?”
“They’re about your age. You could be out there with them.”
“Never. All the wisdom and love in the world is right in here beside me,” she says, turning to me and we kiss.
I hold it extra long and finally our mouths come apart.
“I know that look in your eye,” she says.
“What look?” I say, raising my hands, feigning innocence.
“Time to tell the kids that mommy and daddy need to take a nap?”
“I think so,” I say.
“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”
“Never. Never have been able to and never will.”
“Even since I became a mom?”
“Are you kidding? That just makes me want you more, if that’s somehow possible.”
“I don’t think it is!” she says, poking me in the ribs and taking off for the bedroom.
I’m right on her tail, sliding across the floor in my socks as we turn the corner and I jump on top of her just as we reach the bed.
“The kids are playing Legos upstairs,” she says as she quickly pulls off her shirt.
“Perfect, they don’t even have to know,” I say quickly getting up and shutting the door as I pull off my own shirt.
“Just don’t pound the headboard against the wall like this morning or everybody
is going to know.”
“Good,” I growl. I want the world to know what’s mine.
A cannon fire erupts for the celebration and the crowd cheers.
“See, I’ve got some distractions today. Nobody’s going to find out.”
“Wow, you’re right,” she says.
Not five minutes later and the headboard sounds like it’s about to crack and the party outside is in full swing.
All those revelers outside think they’re winning today with their huge party and free day off work.
I’m the one who’s really winning, because every day with her is a holiday and our entire life is like one giant party.
Sure we raise our kids right, but with so much love in the house and all the smiles and laughter that goes on within, the neighbors probably think it’s a zoo over here.
And in one way it is, because one look at her and it always turns me into a ravenous animal. She’s right. I can’t ever get enough of her.
And I never will.
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Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
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Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
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Book 72: Possessive Canadian
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Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
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Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
Book 86: Possessive Portuguese
Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop
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Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas
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