She stammered, “No, I mean, yes…” She glared at him in frustration.
Mykolas felt like she was waiting for him to say something, but damn if he could figure it out. All he knew was that she was here, and he might…he might still have a chance. “I love you, Velvet,” he whispered. He couldn’t help it. “You are and will always be my love.”
Oh.
She threw her arms around him, and suddenly the words were so easy to say. “Love you,” she whispered. “So much.”
Epilogue
“Happy first monthsary, Mr. Lambert!” Velvet jumped out of her hiding place.
“What the f**k?” Since all the lights in their living room were closed and it was a few minutes past midnight, his wife had almost succeeded in giving him a heart attack, coming out like a ghost from one darkened corner. “You gave me the scare of my life…”
The lights switched on, revealing Velvet’s crestfallen face.
“…my love,” Mykolas hastily ended. God, he kept forgetting pregnancy had made her sensitive and moody.
When her face lit up with a beaming smile, Mykolas knew he had done the right thing.
“I just wanted to surprise you,” she admitted to him with a pout.
The pouting lip never failed with him, and in seconds he had her in his arms and was kissing her hard. He was aroused, too, very much so, if the way his c**k was practically grinding into her pu**y was any indication.
And that was a good thing, Velvet thought with a sigh as Mykolas lifted his head, considering what her gift to him was. “I have another surprise for you,” she told him excitedly and immediately pulled him towards the stairs.
“Just remember I’m a lot older than you are,” he reminded her half-seriously.
Velvet only snorted. “You just turned thirty.”
“With the way your surprises turn out, I’m thirty going on sixty.” It was not an exaggeration. Last week’s surprise had started with Velvet bursting into tears while they were having a candlelit dinner in a fancy restaurant. With everyone glaring at them, Mykolas had felt like the world’s greatest jerk even though he had no f**king idea what he had done wrong and was even more clueless and desperate about what he should do to make Velvet feel better.
It was only when he was about to go insane with worry did she stop crying long enough to tell him she was pregnant.
Velvet was standing next to the door of their bedroom, a naughty look on her beautiful face. “Ready?”
“Ready,” he affirmed even though he wasn’t really sure there was a way to be ready for Velvet’s brand of surprises.
She threw the door open. “Ta-da!”
For a moment, all he could do was stare.
A second later, Mykolas recovered from his surprise and whistled, making her laugh. “Do you like it?” she asked as she pulled him inside the room with her.
“It depends,” he murmured, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Will you be using it now?”
“Of course. This is one of my risk gifts, after all.” Since they had gotten back together, she and Mykolas had taken turns giving each other gifts that showed how much risk they were willing to take to prove their love.
He raised a brow. “And you’re taking the risk of…?”
God, she loved it when he raised his brow like that at her. It was so sexy, the way he could make the look so powerfully commanding. It was as if he knew he only had to raise an eyebrow and she’d take off her clothes and beg him to make love to her.
“Velvet?”
Oh, damn. She had zoned out on him. Seeing where he was looking, she said, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m taking the risk of making an ass of myself with this.” And not waiting for him to speak, she shrugged out of her robe, letting it fall slowly down her shoulders, her arms, and legs to reveal the costume she had underneath.
Mykolas’ jaw dropped.
And then in the next moment, he seemed to recover and moved about the room with incredible speed, drawing the curtains of the balcony shut and triple-locking the door.
Velvet burst into laughter. “Are you crazy? No one’s going to spy on us here.”
“You can’t be too careful. Your body is mine, my love, and having anyone see you wearing something like that is not the kind of risk I fancy taking.”
She ran a hand seductively down her curves. “You like it?”
The costume was that of a belly dancer, with a low cut bikini top and a matching barely there skirt that would likely fly up if she wriggled her butt the tiniest bit. Both were made of gold silk, and bejeweled cords dangled from both her top and skirt.
He said thickly, “Damn right I like it.”
The way he looked at her made Velvet swallow, and she hurried to where her iPhone was on standby, already connected to the speakers. She pressed play and a Shakira song filled the room as she started to dance. She was a really bad dancer, but she genuinely did her best to emulate Shakira with her movements as she whirled and twirled herself around the dance pole she had installed in their bedroom.
When she saw Mykolas’ lips twitch as she almost lost her footing with the last pose she struck around the pole, Velvet scowled. And then an idea hit her and she turned her back to him. When she was facing him again, her br**sts were completely bare.
The smile was immediately wiped off and an enthralled expression had replaced it on his face.
Mykolas did his best to control himself as he stared, mesmerized, at the way Velvet’s br**sts jiggled so beautifully with every movement she made. His fingers curled into fists to prevent himself from reaching out to her, but when in her next twirl she had also dispensed with her bikini skirt and was now completely naked, his control broke.
“Mykolas,” she shrieked in surprise and laughter when he whirled her around in his arms. She wasn’t able to say anything more, his mouth hungrily closing over hers. His hands rushed all over her na**d body, and then he was turning her around again. She sighed and stretched as he ran kisses down her back, and she gulped when she felt him shaping her bu**ocks then slowly parting them wide open.
“Umm…Mykolas?” He had never touched her there before.
He whispered to her ear,” Scared?”
“Absolutely.”
Laughing, he took pity on her and released her bu**ocks. “Perhaps after you’ve given birth.” For a moment, a tender smile curved on his lips as he wrapped an arm around her from behind and rested his hand on her womb. “Thank you for giving me this, my love.”