Lev POV
I walk around the table, placing a bowl, napkin, and spoon for each of us. I have to suppress a groan when I sit Alice’s down.
Standing over her, I can see down her shirt. Her low top gives me a fantastic view of her cleavage. The urge to reach down and squeeze a firm round globe into my palm is overwhelming.
I fist my hand at my side and force myself to walk away and sit in my seat. At least the table will hide my aching c**k, which is becoming more uncomfortable now that I am sitting.
I reach down, move him to a better position, and remind myself to be patient.
I take the ladle and fill her bowl with the Borscht, then mine.
“This is delicious,” our Vikson says. “Did you cook it yourselves?
”Da,” Demitri answers her. “We usually take turns cooking when we eat at hom
