Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
I have no idea how Lev fits into all of this. I know he’ll make sure we want for nothing. There’s no doubt about that. Because he is more than generous with his money and his things. It’s just when it comes to showing me any emotion that he’s completely bankrupt.
Which is fine by me, because I’m still pissed at him for thinking that I betrayed him to the FBI. I was prepared to let it go for the sake of the baby. But he’s right when he calls himself a tenacious fuck. Every day, he retreats further away from me, and it’s wearing thin.
And to be honest… I miss him.
I miss what we had before I left. The closeness. The tenderness. The late nights staying up talking and learning about one another.
Not to mention the molten sex.
By body throbs hungrily at the memory of those nights spent in his bed. Now that my morning sickness is gone and I’m further along, my sex drive is off the charts. Which is unfortunate now that I don’t have anyone to satisfy the craving.
Throwing on a sheer linen shirt over my bikini, I grab my sunglasses and water bottle and leave the room.
The swimming pool at the Zarkov Estate looks like something you’d see in a resort. Palm trees line the outside of the pool and white sandstone is stark against the crystal blue water.
I sit on one of the many sun loungers and slip off my shirt.
I know in here I am free from the prying eyes of Lev’s men. They do not patrol the pool. But they certainly control every inch outside of the six-foot walls that surround it.
I remember Lev telling me once that this pool is his sanctuary during the hotter months. This is where he likes to swim laps first thing in the morning, and he likes to do it undisturbed by prying eyes.
I sigh. Here, I am safe from everything and everyone.
I lie down and relax on the sun lounger and enjoy the warm sunlight on my skin. After a few moments, I decide I don’t want the tan lines of my bikini top and undo the bow that holds it in place and let it slip to the ground beside me. I glance around, making absolutely sure that there is no one around, and slide off my bikini bottoms, too, and they fall to the ground beside my bikini top.
Fully naked, I stretch out along the sun lounger.
I love my pregnant body. I love how it’s softened. But the pregnancy hormones, well, they are something else. One minute I’m fine. The next, I’m either cleaning crazily, crying because of a sad commercial on the TV, or I’m so fucking horny I have to get myself off just so I can walk straight.
And right now, while I’m stretched out naked under the sun, my body feels needy for a release. No, it’s needy for cock.
That’s another thing I purchased in my online shopping haul. Thick. Eight inches. And fully hard. My new friend has helped me out immensely when it comes to satisfying the ache.
But right now, I need to be touched. I need to be kissed and caressed, and I want him to do it. There’s no shame in it. Because a woman has needs. And this pregnant woman has a lot of them. But he is not an option. No matter how hard my nipples have gotten or how swollen and wet I am down there just thinking about him.
It’s either my hand or my battery-powered boyfriend, and that’s in the nightstand in my bedroom.
I glance around the pool area.
There’s no one around.
Slowly, I let my hand drift down between my legs.
37
LEV
Oh, hell, no.
From behind my desk I watch the image on the screen in front of me. It’s from the camera in the pool area. Dressed in my swimming shorts, I was about to head down to the pool to do some laps when the image from the security camera caught my attention.
In the pool area, Brooke is stretched out on one of the sun loungers, her beautiful body tanned and smooth, her belly swollen with my baby—
And she’s fucking naked.
My entire body stiffens with possessiveness, and I have to remind myself that my men are not required to patrol that side of the wall.
No one can see her but me.
I stand at the monitor and watch as she drags her fingertips up and down her torso and over the soft swell of her breasts before finally heading south and disappearing between her thighs.
I look down at the front of my shorts where my cock is straining to get out, then look back to the camera monitor.
Christ, she looks good.
Tanned skin. Soft thighs. Heavy breasts.
She’s wearing sunglasses, so I can’t see if her eyes are open or closed, but her glossy lips are parted, and her chest is starting to rise and fall as her arousal grows.