32: Bravery and survival (I)

Maksim woke up before his wife. It was time to return to the gun range, but Camilla was so pretty when she slept, her lips slightly parted to let out soft breaths. He looked at his bandaged hand and back at her face. Everything he told her about hitting one of the men who came after them was true. Before killing that bastard, he made sure to find out who sent him. And in due time, he would visit Viktor and end him.

A moan from the bed made his chest tighten. This was too strange for him. Was her affection a front for something else? And that fucking nightwear. She had to wear something more decent around him.

Camilla stirred, her eyes fluttering open. It was too late to hide the fact he was staring, so he waited until she sat up. Those same lips that had cussed him out also asked about his wellbeing and his state of mind. How would they look around his cock? He loved and hated the sight of her mouth.

“Stop gawking,” she muttered.

How could he not? Her nipples had slipped out of her o