Nicole Fox

palm of his hand. Then he steps close, hooks my heels around his hips, and drives himself home.

The foreplay was gentle and tender and worshipful and sweet

I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint blooming against her fair skin. She jolts in surprise, a little squeal escaping her lips.

Like Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, you know?” She sees my blank

“There’s no point in the theatrics anymore, Paige. I see you clearly now. I see you for who you truly are. A con artist, a liar, and a thief. I shouldn’t have expected anything different to come out of that godforsaken trailer park.”

It’s admirable.

Stupid, but admirable.

“I’ll only use it until these kids pop out. Then I’m gonna use the whole ‘new motherhood’ thing until they’re

“Ice cube?” he asks me, holding out a bucket of them.

“I don’t need a fucking ice cube, Ruslan. I need this baby to get out of my body!”

“Soon, baby,” he assures me. “Soon.”

Or we will, anyway, if this baby ever comes out.” I stare at my belly. “Please come out. Mama’s tired.”

“And terrifying.”

“What was that?” I snap.

“I said you look so beautiful right now.”

“No.” I blurt it before I can think better of it. “No. No. I’m not some little worm under your shoe, Mr. Oryolov. I’m a—I mean, fuck you, I’m a person! I have a life and hobbies and people wh

“No.” I blurt it before I can think better of it. “No. No. I’m not some little worm under your shoe, Mr. Oryolov. I’m a—I mean, fuck you, I’m a person! I have a life and hobbies and people wh