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Authors: Roxie Rivera
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to the oligarch's outrageously opulent Knightsbridge penthouse that spanned the top floor of a historic mansion. When they had been planning their trip, Bianca had mentioned that Yuri's London home was nearly ten thousand square feet of prime real estate. He couldn't even begin to comprehend how pricey that must have been. Tens of millions of pounds, he was sure.
But it was beautiful. The Victorian era mansion had been restored to period detail on the outside but the interior was a different story. The penthouse apartment had been redone with clean modern lines and open, bright spaces. There was a quarry's worth of white and black marble across the six bedrooms and seven bathrooms. He didn't particularly care for the interior design choices that had been made, but he could appreciate the way the space flowed from one room to the next.
As they enjoyed breakfast on the rooftop terrace, he thought of Bianca's Queen Anne home and the improvements they were making during the slow restoration process. She had wanted to stay true to the home's origins, and he agreed with that. The master bathroom they had recently completed was true to the period with modern tweaks.
He suddenly thought of the nursery they would soon have to decorate. He assumed they would turn the guest room next door to the master suite into their baby's room. Thinking of the wall that existed between the rooms, he wondered if a door might be possible there. It would make it easier to reach the baby in the middle of the night. As overprotective as he was with Bianca, he was probably going to be a nervous wreck once they had a baby in the house. To have an open door between their bed and the crib might be the best thing for his nerves.
When he caught Bianca yawning after breakfast, he thanked Yuri and Lena for their hospitality and excused them from the activities the other couples and Vivian had planned for their first day in London. Traveling across time zones was hard enough without being pregnant. Safely tucked into the back seat of a cab, he slid his arm around Bianca's shoulders and kissed her temple. "Why don't we spend the rest of the day in bed?"
She shot him a mischievous smile. "Knowing you, I doubt I'll get much sleep."
He drew an X over his heart. "I promise I'll be a good boy and keep my hands to myself."
She ran her hand up along the denim covering his thigh and came dangerously close to touching his cock. "Not too good of a boy, I hope."
With a low growl, he warned her not to test him in the back seat of the cab. She smirked and kept her hand right there, just inches from the throbbing heat trapped behind denim. By the time they reached the hotel, he was fucking aching for her. Somehow he managed to force down his erection so he could actually get out of the cab and oversee the transfer of their luggage from the cab to the bellhop's trolley. Once inside the lobby, Bianca handled their check-in.
He stood behind her, silently observing the bustling scene surrounding them. While she requested extra keys for his mother and brother who would be joining them he next day, Sergei heard the happy squeals of two young children. They seemed out of place in the lobby of the four-star hotel, and he zeroed in on the grinning, sticky faces of two preschool aged girls darting in and out of the crowd. They were the cute kids.
My baby will look like that . The thought hit him right in the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. The little girls were mixed race with skin like honey and dark curly hair pulled into pigtails that bounced as they ran circles around a column. Their harried mother, a thirty-something blonde, finally caught up with them, but it was their smiling father, a man who could have easily been part of Bianca's family, who swung them up in his arms and playfully nibbled at their necks.
"You okay?" Bianca rubbed his arm and drew him out of his thoughts. Her gaze settled on the family that gave them a glimpse at their future. Smiling, she
But it was beautiful. The Victorian era mansion had been restored to period detail on the outside but the interior was a different story. The penthouse apartment had been redone with clean modern lines and open, bright spaces. There was a quarry's worth of white and black marble across the six bedrooms and seven bathrooms. He didn't particularly care for the interior design choices that had been made, but he could appreciate the way the space flowed from one room to the next.
As they enjoyed breakfast on the rooftop terrace, he thought of Bianca's Queen Anne home and the improvements they were making during the slow restoration process. She had wanted to stay true to the home's origins, and he agreed with that. The master bathroom they had recently completed was true to the period with modern tweaks.
He suddenly thought of the nursery they would soon have to decorate. He assumed they would turn the guest room next door to the master suite into their baby's room. Thinking of the wall that existed between the rooms, he wondered if a door might be possible there. It would make it easier to reach the baby in the middle of the night. As overprotective as he was with Bianca, he was probably going to be a nervous wreck once they had a baby in the house. To have an open door between their bed and the crib might be the best thing for his nerves.
When he caught Bianca yawning after breakfast, he thanked Yuri and Lena for their hospitality and excused them from the activities the other couples and Vivian had planned for their first day in London. Traveling across time zones was hard enough without being pregnant. Safely tucked into the back seat of a cab, he slid his arm around Bianca's shoulders and kissed her temple. "Why don't we spend the rest of the day in bed?"
She shot him a mischievous smile. "Knowing you, I doubt I'll get much sleep."
He drew an X over his heart. "I promise I'll be a good boy and keep my hands to myself."
She ran her hand up along the denim covering his thigh and came dangerously close to touching his cock. "Not too good of a boy, I hope."
With a low growl, he warned her not to test him in the back seat of the cab. She smirked and kept her hand right there, just inches from the throbbing heat trapped behind denim. By the time they reached the hotel, he was fucking aching for her. Somehow he managed to force down his erection so he could actually get out of the cab and oversee the transfer of their luggage from the cab to the bellhop's trolley. Once inside the lobby, Bianca handled their check-in.
He stood behind her, silently observing the bustling scene surrounding them. While she requested extra keys for his mother and brother who would be joining them he next day, Sergei heard the happy squeals of two young children. They seemed out of place in the lobby of the four-star hotel, and he zeroed in on the grinning, sticky faces of two preschool aged girls darting in and out of the crowd. They were the cute kids.
My baby will look like that . The thought hit him right in the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. The little girls were mixed race with skin like honey and dark curly hair pulled into pigtails that bounced as they ran circles around a column. Their harried mother, a thirty-something blonde, finally caught up with them, but it was their smiling father, a man who could have easily been part of Bianca's family, who swung them up in his arms and playfully nibbled at their necks.
"You okay?" Bianca rubbed his arm and drew him out of his thoughts. Her gaze settled on the family that gave them a glimpse at their future. Smiling, she
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