As Sadie and Devon load up the girls, I do my best not to fret, though it’s difficult. It’s the first time I’ll be away from Olivia for more than just one night.
Dmitry lets me stand on the porch and wave until the car is no longer visible, but then he wraps his arm around my waist and drags me inside like a caveman.
“You aren’t worried at all?” I ask as he kisses my neck and chest, his hands exploring the curves of my body.
“Maybe a little,” he admits. “But I’m way more turned on than I am worried.”
I gasp, trying my best to hide my amusement. “That is horrible.”
“It’s honest,” he says, searching my side for the zipper. “I want to get this dress off you and hear you scream my name. If that makes me a bad father, then so be it. Tonight, I’ll be a bad father.”
I want to reprimand him,
