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months last week,” Anton interrupted quietly. “I’m not trying to give you a hard time, but you’re the one who wants to be out of the hospital as quick as possible with an easy recovery. Surgery won’t do that for you. C-section is surgery, Viviana.”
    She hated it when he did shit like that. “No more xachapuri , huh?”
    The tender smile he sported had her air catching. “Nope, but I’ll get you some the moment you ask for it after he’s born.”
    Viviana suddenly felt embarrassed and a little more self-conscious than she was accustomed to, so she wrapped her arms around her middle. “So I must be getting huge, too, then.”
    Anton’s blue eyes widened. “Uh …”
    “Well, you said it!”
    Anton shot a fleeting glance at the entryway to the kitchen like he wished it would swallow him whole.
    “That’s not what I said exactly,” he said weakly. “And you look fine.”
    “Do I?”
    “Of course!”
    “But … but …”
    Viviana didn’t even get to finish her sentence before the coffee cup he held was placed to the island and she was wrapped in his embrace. Burying her face into his chest, she inhaled the spicy scent of his cologne, letting it calm the overwhelming feelings that washed through her like a tidal wave.
    “You look fine.” Anton punctuated each word with a kiss to the top of her head. “Fucking fantastic and it kind of drives me crazy, okay? You being pregnant is my own personal ecstasy. I want to kill every fucker who looks at you right now. I’m always hard and ready. If you were up to it, I’d have you morning, noon, and night, baby. You look fine.”
    “Fine?”
    “ Fine .” Anton drawled the word out with a teasing leer.
    Viviana tapped her fingers along the hemline of his jeans. At the suggestive touch, Anton pushed against her lower back, drawing her body in closer to his. The length of his erection beneath dark wash denim proved his point loud and clear.
    “It’s almost nighttime now.”
    “It is, isn’t it?” Anton asked, grinning a wicked sight.
    “Yep.”
    She didn’t have to say it again.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    “Anton, we meet again.”
    Those words were as sweet as sugar and as poisonous as a snake.
    A heavy weight settled inside Anton’s churning gut as he turned in the direction of Tatiana Belov’s voice. One random meeting he could overlook, but two chance encounters in less than two weeks? No, that didn’t feel coincidental at all. Tatiana wasn’t exactly a straightforward woman, either.
    She liked her games.
    Now, Anton was beginning to wonder if she was playing one with him.
    “Tatiana,” Anton greeted, turning his attention back to the coffee he was waiting for. “Did your father send you?”
    Tatiana raised a blonde brow as she came to stand beside him. “No, I haven’t spoken to Daddy in days. Did your meeting not go well?”
    “It didn’t go at all, though I’m sure you already knew that.”
    “I didn’t,” she said with an apologetic smile.
    It didn’t ring true. Nothing with Tatiana ever did.
    “Are you going to tell me it’s funny to meet up with me again?” Anton asked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his tone.
    Tatiana waved at the workers behind the counter preparing coffees and specialty drinks. “I was told this was the best coffee shop in Brooklyn, Anton. That’s all.”
    “The same coffee shop I buy every morning coffee from,” he intoned dully.
    “One in the same.” The quip was light and heavy at the same time. Loaded with more than what she was saying. It was only punctuated more by the vicious curve of Tatiana’s lips. “Surely I can grab a coffee without you being unnerved by my presence. Do I still have such an effect on you, old friend?”
    Anton felt the bile rise in his throat at her suggestive implication. “The effect you had was the same effect any seventeen-year-old boy’s cock would have for a girl willing to spread her thighs for him, Tati. Don’t play coy with me. I hate a coy