The Russian's Pregnant Mistress
“Her body ached but there was such a sense of contentment, a feeling so completely filled with happiness, she’d never felt like this before.The sun was high overhead and she knew that she should get up and start cleaning her house, which is what she normally did on Saturday. But she felt lazy and snuggled down into her pillow, wanting just a bit more time to relax before she ventured into the dreary task of housekeeping.The pillow wasn’t as soft as she remembered it and she shifted her body slightly, trying to find that comfortable spot once again. She was hot too. Why was it so hot? She hadn’t turned on the heat last night, had she?Last night….the dance club….coffee and tea….Damon! She gasped and sat up, looking down at her frilly bed covered in pink and white striped sheets and a fluffy, rose covered duvet. The man sleepily looking back at her was so large, he had to sleep diagonally in her bed and even then, his feet were still dangling off the end. “What are you doing here?”
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