We break into the hotel room. I slam the door shut with my hand, holding the crumb against my torso. Masha tightly grabs my shoulders, confusing our faces in a mop of her long hair. My tongue slides inside her mouth. I savor her lips, taking in every breath. I roll her tongue out, feeling the tightness in my jeans.

“Oleg,” her hoarse voice whispers when I lower the girl onto the bed.

I rip off the baby's clothes without wasting time. Masha reaches for my belt buckle and fiddles with her while I explore the curve of her neck with my tongue. I lower the strap of her bra...