The End… sort of.
***Ten Minutes later***
“Seriously?” I cry, squeezing Lev’s cock just a little too tightly.
“The doctor said a week of bed rest and no strenuous exercise.” Vik laughs.
“We’re in a bed,” I purr, seductively.
“Behave, Malishka,” Dimi warns.
“You don’t like it when I behave.”
“You need to take care of yourself and the baby,” Dimi says.
Blinking, I freeze. “What baby?” I ask slowly.
“Yeah.” Vik chuckles, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Dimi has a few things to tell you.”
The end for real this time….