“I’m so in love with you it hurts,” I grin.
“Where does it hurt?” she asks, knitting her brows.
“Here,” I say, touching my heart. She leans over and kisses where I pointed, moving slowly, seductive and teasing me.
“Where else?” she asks, still concerned about this pain.
“Here,” I say, pointing a little further down my body, across my ribs. She leans down and kisses me there, too; flicking her tongue out, she licks my skin, then looks up at me, biting her lower lip.
“And? Anywhere else?” she asks, trying to hide her grin.
“Mm. Here,” I say, pointing to my hip. “It’s really hurting in this area.”
She giggles and shifts down the bed, kissing my hip as she brushes her hand over my cock.
“What about here?” she asks, pressing her fingers against my hard-on, bulging against the blankets.
“Damn. That hurts the most,” I moan with pleasure.
Epilogue - Tatiana
Standing in front of the mirror, I tilt my head to the side and put on the diamond earrings Andrei surprised me with this morning.
He’s behind me, looking through the closet, trying to decide what to wear to the family dinner. He is wearing a pair of black slacks, and his black shirt is unbuttoned. “Should I wear the black one?” he asks, turning towards me.
“I don’t understand why you’re so hesitant,” I say, ignoring his question about the shirt as I admire the way the diamonds shine.
“I’m hesitant because it’s theEnzos,” he huffs.
“Okay, but I’m an Enzo, and I’m not so bad, am I?” I tease him, walking up to him and slipping my hands beneath his shirt to wrap my arms around him. My fingers trace the scar on his back where the bullet made an exit. The scar on the front is bigger because the doctors had to cut him open to operate. It’s sexy. I love tracing my fingers over it.
He touches my nose and shakes his head. “You are not an Enzo, little bunny. You’remine. You’re a Volo.”
I huff, frustrated that he isn’t agreeing with me on this. It’s been months since Boris died. Van is gone, too, and that has shifted the entire dynamic of the Enzo group. The group that I inherited.
“We can run it better than he ever did,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss my husband.
He’s still not falling for it, though. My charm isn’t working.
“I don’t know, Tia. We could start our own thing instead.”
I roll my eyes. “Why, when there is a whole business,mybusiness, already set up? It just needs guidance and a push in the right direction. The bad apples have been thrown out. The people who are left are good people. They were suffocating under Boris’s dictatorship. Now that he’s gone, they’ll be happy to work in a better environment—for us.”
Andrei growls at me and tugs me hard against his chest. “You won’t take no for an answer, will you,” he says sternly.
I grin and shake my head.
He sighs, leaning down to kiss me again.
“We can discuss this on Monday, then. At an official meeting. I’ll set it up with the Andreevs and the Kuznetsovs. I’d like to hear their opinions on it.”
“Do you promise?” I ask excitedly.
“I promise. I’ll talk to them tonight at dinner. But now I want you to promise not to bring it up again until Monday. Let’s enjoy the party and leave business for office hours.”
I pretend to zip my mouth closed and throw away the key. Andrei pretends to catch it and shove it in his pocket.
He grins at me and presses his lips over mine.
