I’M A SLUTTY MOM 3.
**ELENA'S POV**
A sharp knock at the front door froze us all. My breath hitched. "No. No, no, no" Denis was supposed to be asleep.
Anton's c**k slid out of me with a wet sound, and Boris yankęd his hand away like he'd been burned.
The three of us scrambled, me grabbing my discarded nightgown, the boys snatching their boxers just as the knock came again, harder this time.
"Elena? You decent?" The voice was deep, unfamiliar, and laced with amusement. "Open up. I know you're in there."
My stomach dropped. Oh God. That voice, smooth, commanding, with just a hint of a Southern drawl belonged to one person. Vadim.
Vadim f*****g Romanov.
My ex-husband's best friend, The man who'd been at our wedding, who'd watched our marriage crumble, who'd always looked at me like
