[ANASTASIA]
Before I can respond, he pulls me close again, kissing me harder than before. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass. I moan, and my knees go weak.
The next thing I know, Ivan is picking me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist almost instinctively, my body pressed against his. He walks us towards the counter, but then he takes a sharp right and slams my back against the cold wall. I can feel his hardness poking against me, and it makes me shiver.
At least, we are out of Tatiana’s sight.
My fingers grip the front of his shirt, and I pull him closer, my tongue dancing with his. My heart beats faster, and the butterflies in my stomach grow wild. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I should not be clinging to my criminal husband as if
