“Does my wife have a spare second to accompany me to our bedroom? I have some unfinished business from last night.” I flush instantly, smacking his chest lightly. “Sergei.” “What?” he says, all faux innocence. “Can’t a man show a little devotion to his beautiful, brilliant wife?” “Devotion, huh?” He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “Desperate, adoring, aching devotion.” He presses a theatrical hand to his heart. “I’m suffering, Nicole. Truly.” I shake my head, grinning as my cheeks heat. “We don’t have long.” “Which is why we shouldn’t waste another second.”
