Page 97 of Fractured Empire

“Whenever you want,” I reply with a wistful smile. “But speaking of tomorrow. We should get washed up and dressed. Sleeping naked when you have kids who barge into any room they can access is a recipe for disaster.”

Katya bites her lip to hide a chuckle. “As long as you’re not kicking me out.”

“Never.”

It takes a few minutes to coax Katya out of bed, which is evidence enough that another round would be out of the question for her tonight. She’s a sleepy little thing after she’s been thoroughly fucked. A fact that’s both adorable and great for my male ego. I rocked her world and now I’m going to pamper her and put her back to bed.

My shower is big enough for the both of us, and Katya seems to enjoy the steaming hot temperature as I get her inside. She allows me to take care of her while she closes her eyes and basks in the warmth of the spray. Her skin is soft as butter as I massage my body wash into her arms and legs before moving on to her torso and back. Her hair is piled up on top of her head in a bun, not needing to be washed today which is beneficial for getting her to sleep sooner since there will be no need to dry it.

She giggles and moans when I wash her breasts, and relaxes as I use the detachable shower head to spray between her legs. She’s all smiles, looking like she’s floating on air by the time I’ve got her all clean and dried off. I give her a moment to herself to use the bathroom and when she comes back into the room, she’s no longer wearing her towel.

“Tease,” I accuse, smirking at her naked body.

“You’re one to talk,” she returns, looking me up and down. “Those slutty little shorts of yours are smaller than some of mine.”

Snorting, I hand her a bundle of clean fabric and she smiles.

“Did you go to my room for these? You’re fast.”

“No,” I inform her, nodding to my closet. “You have a few pairs in here.”

She wrinkles her nose in confusion. “Did you rob my dresser in case I came here to spend the night? These are mine, aren’t they?”

She knows they are, she was wearing the exact same set in red rather than black before we came in here and I shed them off her body.

“They’re yours, but I didn’t steal them. I looked through your order history and I bought extra of a few different things to keep in here.” Just in case.

“I don’t know whether that’s sweet and thoughtful, or sexy but presumptuous.”

All of the above, if she wants.

“There’s more than one reason you could end up in my bed, tesoro.”

“Mmm,” she hums, quickly slipping on her clothes. “I suppose that’s true.”

The door is quickly unlocked in case of emergency, and we can finally crawl back into bed. Katya doesn’t even pretend not to want to be close to me, snuggling into my chest with a tired sigh.

I think the fact that she doesn’t hide what she wants or what she’s feeling when she’s with me is probably the sexiest thing about my bombshell of a wife.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Katya

Warmth is the first feeling I recognize as my peaceful sleep shifts into a slow consciousness. Strong arms are wrapped around my middle, holding me tight against a wall of toasty skin. I breathe out slowly, becoming more and more aware as my eyes remain pleasantly shut. Leon is spooning me from behind, my butt tucked against his groin and our legs tangled together under the sheets.

We slept together, I think to myself, feeling my lips lift into a closed smile.

We had sex for the first time, it was incredible, and then we slept cuddled up to each other the entire night. I didn’t wake up because he accidentally pulled my hair or elbowed me in his sleep, and Leon didn’t make a peep as far as I can recall, meaning he doesn’t snore. Or if he does, it’s not loud enough to rouse me.

It was a perfect night’s sleep for me, and I hope it was just as tranquil for him. I think I would have noticed if I woke him up accidentally, but Leon has been trained to move quietly and go unnoticed, so maybe I wouldn’t have.

I can’t tell by the pattern of his soft breathing if he’s woken up or not yet, but I want to find out. Just as I make a move to slowly turn around and face him, a loud thud makes him stiffen—and me flinch.

A happy woof is the first sound to follow.

My eyes crack open and I sit up, clutching the blanket to my chest like a lifeline. Leon, by contrast, groans and remains lying on his side, only perching up on his elbow to look toward his bedroom door. Apparently being caught in bed by the kids is no big deal to him after the first time.

But I quickly realize with horrifying clarity that it’s not just the kids this time.