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I looked around the room looking for where I put it down. Seeing it on the dresser, I got up and was quickly reminded of the fact that I’d just had sex without a condom. I hopped up, tossed the phone to Ivan and made a beeline for the bathroom.
“What’s wrong, Em?” Ivan called out in concern.
“Let’s just say that men have a couple advantages in post-sex clean up and leave it at that,” I said as I handled the mess between my legs with a damp washcloth. I heard his chuckle from the other room as I finished.
When I walked back in the room, he started eying me strangely.
“What are you looking at?” I asked, looking down at my nude body self-consciously. My hands reflexively started covering the most obvious areas.
His eyebrows creased as he reached and pulled my hands away. He tugged me toward him and onto the bed. “Stop that. Your body is perfect. That’s the problem,” he murmured, gliding his hand down my body in gentle sweeps, his gaze lovingly following the path of his caresses.
My breath caught in my throat as I observed him. He appeared so mesmerized by his own actions, I almost didn’t want to disturb him with my questions. But I had questions. His last statement could hardly be ignored.
“What do you mean? What problem?”
His gaze jerked from where his hand was lightly stroking the skin of my stomach to my face, as if he forgot he’d even said something.
“I was thinking of putting a tracker on your phone, but what I really want to do is implant a GPS on you. However, I’m feeling a lot of resistance to marking your body, even though I know it will be minor.”
My mouth dropped. “A GPS? Do you think that’s really necessary?”
“Definitely. You don’t?”
His eyebrows raised as if daring me to refute him. I opened my mouth to do just that, but after allowing myself a quick review of recent events, just as quickly shut it.
“What if I said no? What would you do?” I asked, more out of curiosity than intent, which he read loud and clear.
His eyes lit with determination and maybe a little excitement. “When it comes to your safety? I wouldn’t allow you to say no.”
“Oh, no?” I couldn’t help but challenge him.
“No. I would interpret that as misbehaving and handle it accordingly.”
I flushed and clenched my thighs to control the ache, almost tempted to resist so I could see how he’d subdue me.
He gave me a seductive grin. “Ah, malyshka, I see you like that plan.”
“You’ve used that word a couple of times. What does it mean?”
He handed me my phone. “Look it up.”
I rolled my eyes, knowing he thought my attempts at Russian were hilarious. “How do you spell it?”
He spelled it for me, and I typed it in and frowned. “Infant?”
He howled in laughter.
“Oh, it means baby.”
He grabbed my face in his big hands. “Yes, you’re my baby.” He gave me a hard kiss. “Oh, sorry, my infant.”
I laughed and hit his shoulder. “You really need to teach me Russian.”
“What’s the fun in that?”
Chapter 45
Ivan