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“Do you think he’s going to grow any bigger?” I ask, standing sideways in the mirror and admiring how much my belly has expanded over the last six months.

The dress Nestor bought me for tonight’s family dinner only just fits, even though it’s designed for my pregnancy.

“He’s going to be a giant. Are you ready to go? You know how Mom gets when we’re late,” Nestor says, standing behind me and wrapping his hands beneath my belly, lifting it slightly to hold the weight for me.

I groan in relief and lean into him. “Stay there. Don’t you dare move.”

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss my neck.

“I couldn’t imagine you looking more beautiful than you did before, but throughout this whole pregnancy, you’re glowing more and more each day.”

“I’m just happy I’m one of the lucky girls.” I grin at my reflection in the mirror. He’s right. I am glowing. And despite the size of our son growing in my belly, this pregnancy has been magical for me.

“Lucky?” he asks, letting the weight of our baby return to me as he steps away to grab his jacket and slip it over his crisp white shirt.

I turn to adjust the collar, letting my hand drift over his chest.

“Yes, some girls hate being pregnant, and some girls love it,” I shrug.

“I see. Does it help that you have the most amazing husband in the entire world who would do anything for you?” he asks.

“Mm. Let me think,” I say, holding my finger to my chin, scrunching my nose.

“Lara, you better be very careful about your answer,” he warns me, an edge of mischief in his voice.

“I’m not sure. My husband has been neglecting me lately.”

“Excuse me?” he snarls, looking horrified.

“Oh, look at the time, we really have to go,” I grin, quickly grabbing my own jacket and making for the door.

“Lara Rostov, you are going to be in a great deal of trouble when you get home tonight and your husband decides to do anything but neglect you.”

“Mm. Promises, promises,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him.

He growls, that divine sound that he makes when he thrusts into me from behind.

I’ve been drowning in need of him during the pregnancy. My hormones are all over the place, but one thing that has been steady is that I want him. All the time. Every morning, every night.

I’m surprised that he’s keeping up—and still offering more.

If we weren’t going to be late, I would have pounced on him already, but we just had fun in the shower, and we have a dinner to get to.

Nestor catches up with me and wraps his arm around my waist as we walk out to the car. “You are a cheeky little fox, aren’t you?” he grins, leaning down to kiss me as he pulls the car door open.

“Your cheeky little fox.”

“Don’t ever forget that.” He slaps my ass and closes the door once I’m inside.

***

On the way to his mother’s place, he gets a call from Benedikt. “Sorry, my love, I need to take this,” he says, pressing to answer the call on his Bluetooth.

“Benedikt. How are you, man?”

“Good, good. I’m arriving next Tuesday. We can go through the plans for the operation then. I have a few ideas I want to run past you.”

“Good, that’s perfect. Listen, I’m just on my way out so—"

“Wait, before you go. I didn’t call about that update. I just wanted to let you know that Miron was spotted by one of my informants.”

“Where?” Nestor asks, immediately tense.

“On the streets of Las Vegas. I sent my men to the location, but he was long gone. He’s a slippery little snake, but I have my eyes peeled. Now that I know he’s in my city, I will be on high alert. I’ll let you know if I hear anything more.”

“Thanks, man. We’ll get that asshole eventually. “

“We will. Enjoy your thing,” Benedikt says, then hangs up the call.

Benedikt and Nestor are getting on a lot better since he helped him rescue me. Nestor told me that he thought Benedikt would get bigheaded about it and hold it over him as a debt, but he didn’t. They became closer.

He’s like part of our family now. I’ll forever be grateful that he was willing to help, and Nestor is seeing their business and partnership in a different way. They’re friends now. Genuine friends.

Leticia is waiting at the front door when we arrive. She glances at her watch with a stern look on her face.

I grin and pull her into my arms. “Sorry, we’re late, Mom. It was all Nestor’s fault.” I wink at Nestor, and he shakes his head.

“It’s always Nestor’s fault,” Leticia huffs, shooting daggers at her son. “The roast is almost ruined because you can’t be here on time.”

“Mom, we’re three minutes late,” Nestor laughs, following her into the house.

Ulyana jumps up from the sofa and shouts, “Finally.” Except she’s taunting Nestor, rolling her eyes at her mother’s dramatics.

“I’m practically wasting away here, I’m so starving from the wait,” Ulyana says, clutching her stomach in agony and staggering across the living room.

She stops in front of me and grabs me in a big hug, then wraps her hands around my belly. “How is my favorite little boy in the whole entire world?” she asks, talking to my belly, not me.

“I’m also okay,” I grin.

“Pish posh,” she dismisses me with a wave. “I’m having a conversation with my nephew. Don’t interrupt. This is serious.”

I giggle and my tummy bounces. The baby kicks against Ulyana’s hand, and she screams in excitement. “I felt it,” she shouts.

These family dinners are some of my favorite moments. I had no idea how much I needed these people. Once strangers, now they are the glue that holds my heart together.

They are everything to me.

Nestor slips his hand over my leg beneath the table as I set my knife and fork down on my empty plate.

“You ate more than I did,” he teases. “Was he hungry?”

I hold my belly and groan. “I think he’s still hungry,” I laugh.

Leticia grabs my plate, ready to dish up some more. “Our growing boy already likes his grandmother’s cooking the best,” she says proudly.

“Oh, please, Leticia, I can’t possibly eat any more,” I laugh, stopping her.

“Fine, I’ll pack you a takeaway. It will be the perfect midnight snack.”

“That would be wonderful. I’ll kick Nestor out of bed and make him bring it to me at three in the morning.”

Ulyana giggles.

“Don’t laugh, she’s done it before, more than once.” He grins at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close. “It’s practically abuse.”

“Punishment,” I agree, winking at him.

“Oh, get a room,” Ulyana complains.

“On that note, thank you for dinner, we are going to head home.” Nestor stands, pulling me to my feet.

“We can’t eat and run,” I say in horror, not wanting to offend Leticia.

“Oh, please, I’ve had enough of you two. Come back when my grandchild is born,” she teases. “Go home and rest, Lara, you need it.”

We say goodbye with lots of hugs and head back to our car.

All the way home, Nestor’s hand is brushing over me. It’s driving me crazy with need, and in a naughty moment, I wiggle my dress higher and slip his hand between my legs.

He almost slams on the brakes, he’s so surprised, but then slides his fingers inside me and groans.

“I can’t drive like this,” he stammers, pushing his fingers deeper inside me.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, rocking my hips forward and spreading my legs wider.

Nestor turns to the right and takes the car off the main road into a parking lot overlooking the beach.

“What are you doing?” I ask in horror as he turns the car off and pulls me onto his lap.

“This is your fault,” he growls, tugging his pants open and freeing his throbbing cock.

“Nestor, we’ll get caught.”

“It’ll be worth it,” he grins, pushing my dress higher and positioning me over his cock.

I glance out of the window. It’s tinted, and it’s dark outside, but we are right out in the open on the beach.

I’m about to complain again when he pushes his cock into my pussy and forces it to stretch wide open for him.

The pleasure is indescribable as he thrusts deep into me.

I moan, gasping for breath, clinging to him in the small space in the front seat of his car.

“Do you want me to stop, little one?” he whispers darkly against my ear. He knows I can’t stop. He knows I will claw him to pieces if he tries to stop now.

I whimper in his arms as he thrusts into me again.

He chuckles and says, “That’s what I thought. You love this cock. You can’t get enough of it.”

I sit up on his lap and tilt my head back as he runs his hands over my breasts. My nipples are hard against the fabric of my dress, and he pinches one between his fingers, shooting a spike of sensation through my body. I shiver in delight and he groans as my pussy tightens around him.

He starts to move faster, lifting me, holding my hips, letting me hover above him as he slams into me, over and over again, causing the entire car to shake and move.

I’m not even trying to be quiet anymore.

I’m crying out, each thrust sending me on a wild ride of desire and lust, pushing me closer to the edge.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my ear against his mouth. “I love you, Lara,” he whispers, penetrating my body.

He pulls me harder onto his lap, grinding his cock against me, knowing that this breaks me every single time.

He smiles when I start to shudder against him, my legs locking around him. His cock is pulsing inside me, and suddenly my pussy tightens, every muscle alive, twitching, throbbing, exploding as the orgasm slams into me.

Nestor holds me hard against his cock, not letting me move until every drop of pleasure has run through me and exploded out of him.

The car is misted by our body heat.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pushes his lips against mine, kissing me fiercely, with passion and love.

“Fuck, you are incredible, little fox,” he sighs. I can feel his heart racing against my chest as he holds me.

“Will they arrest us if they catch us?” I ask with a naughty giggle.

“Mm. You know I own this city, right?” he muses.

“Do you know what else you own?” I ask, leaning back to look at my gorgeous husband.

He narrows his eyes, confused. “What?” he asks, still rocking me back and forth gently on his cock even though we’ve both finished.

“You own me,” I say.

His cock throbs.

I bite my lip.

“I do own you,” he says, rocking me with more force, pushing himself deep into me.

“Seriously?” I say as his cock starts getting harder.

“It’s your fault, my love, again,” he whispers, pulling my lips back to his.

I let out a sweet moan as he starts to fuck me again.

I will never get enough of this man.

*****

THE END

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