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The next day the weather took pity on us and the blazing sun came back. Armed with beach stuff, creams, and water toys, we headed to the beach early in the morning.

I often see Nazar half-naked, but when his body is touched by sunlight… that’s a whole different kind of art. Can a person really be that attractive and perfect?

But unlike our first time together at the beach, this time it started to bother me that other women were staring at him so openly.

Fucking dried-up vultures.

Since when did I learn to be jealous? I need to cut that shit out…

Trying to suppress those toxic feelings, I pushed them aside and we had a great time with the kids. We swam in the sea, tried to teach them how to swim, sprayed each other with water guns, buried Nazar in sand, ate delicious baklava and shrimp. You couldn’t drag the kids out until their lips turned blue.

When the little hooligans were ordered to warm up and sunbathe, I decided to take a quick dip myself, peacefully and carefree.

Stepping into the water, I slowly went deeper. A small wave lifted me pleasantly, and I swam out a bit, pushed off the bottom, and lay on the surface, closing my eyes in bliss.

I love the sea.

I jerked in fear when I felt something big moving under me. Scenes from Jaws flashed through my head in all their bloody glory, and I swear I even heard the soundtrack.

“Nazar!” I snapped at the laughing bastard, who surfaced, humming that exact tune.

“I’m here, my mermaid,” he grinned smugly, swimming up to me, grabbing my legs and hooking them around his hips.

“I almost died from—what the hell are you doing?!” I hissed in horror as the satisfied bastard pushed my bikini bottoms aside and started working inside me with his fingers. “There are people everywhere!”

“Adrenaline makes everything sharper,” his fingers were suddenly replaced by something much more substantial, and I gasped. “Makes emotions and sensations stronger.”

“They can see us! The kids are there!” I couldn’t hold back, letting out a soft moan as the bastard started moving, slowly, torturously, deliciously, pulling me onto himself. His other hand squeezed my breast, playing with my nipple.

“The kids are sunbathing and on their phones. For everyone else, we’re just rocking in the waves in each other’s arms,” he whispered into my neck, and I closed my eyes from the intensity of the sensations, from the spice of the situation and all those unsuspecting spectators. “The faster we finish, the less obvious it’ll be. Kiss me.”

And I kissed him.

The way I love to. And I knew no one would notice anyway, because I was already on the edge. That adrenaline rushing through my veins was doing miracles.

“Ah, Nazar,” I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the orgasm hit, clenching my legs tighter around him. He kissed my neck, not stopping, prolonging my pleasure. Then he pulled me closer by the back of my head and kissed me deeply while spilling inside me.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips, pulling my bikini back into place and even giving my pussy a light slap.

“Me or her?” I nodded underwater and started laughing.

“Both of you,” Yartsev laughed, kissing me again and then properly lifting me bridal-style, carrying me toward the shore.

“I’ll miss your dick too,” I shot back sarcastically.

He didn’t answer, just gave a meaningful huff.

In the evening, Yartsev surprised me by saying we had a date planned—just the two of us—by the sea. The kids were exhausted and falling asleep on their feet, so Nazar made a deal with Masha to watch Luka, giving us time alone.

It was one of the best dates of my life.

We sat at a restaurant table, watching the night sea, talking a lot. Nazar openly told me about his life, his mom, his dad, some significant events. Turns out Vicky isn’t as proper as she seemed, and Kirill had his wild moments before meeting her. The story of how they met and were forced to marry shocked me. Good thing everything turned out more than fine for them.

After dinner, we walked along the promenade for a long time before going down to the shore. Live music was playing at a nearby café, and Nazar asked me to dance.

So we danced barefoot in the sand, laughing and fooling around until we collapsed into the still-warm sand.

That’s where passion hit us. Raw, animal desire. And we didn’t give a damn if anyone saw us. We were just loving each other, and nothing could have stopped us in that moment, not even a crowd sitting right next to us.

We spent a few wonderful days at the sea and got an incredible number of unforgettable emotions. The kids were happy. I was happy too.

For at least one period of my life, I can honestly say I had a real, full family.

And it doesn’t really matter that we’re all from different worlds and places. What matters is that our feelings for each other were real.

And I’ll carry those memories with me my whole life… as the most precious ones.