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She beams at me, content with the simplest things. No lingering resentment for the way I spanked her over my desk earlier—which, to my absolute fucking delight, she seemed to enjoy. She’s so easy to be around, humble and uncomplicated, yet remarkable in every way there is.

She leans back against the pillows and takes another bite of her burger. A tiny blob of sauce spills onto the sheet. She glances at me and mumbles, “Sorry,” her mouth full of food.

I wipe another smudge of sauce from her lip with my thumb and suck it off. Tastes good, but not as good as her. Nothing will ever taste as good as she does. “I told you not to worry about messing up the sheets, didn’t I?”

She nods, her eyes sparkling.

“Do you remember why?”

She swallows her food. “Because we’re just going to get them dirty anyway.”

And because she could tip an entire bottle of sauce on them, and I still couldn’t bring myself to care. I cup her jaw and pull her face to mine. “Ciertamente.” Then I kiss her. Soft and slow, enjoying how her mouth yields to mine. My cock is already hard in my pants, and I’m aching to take her again, but we both need to eat. Reluctantly, I pull back and take a bite of my burger. She was right—it is delicious.

“Do you think we could watch a movie?” she asks, hopeful.

Movies aren’t a way I like to pass the time, and I can’t recall the last occasion when I watched one. Must have been a year or more, and it was probably some violent action film I only half watched on a plane to somewhere, when I had nothing better to do. Right now, I can think of no better way to spend a few hours than with her curled up next to me watching the screen. Of course, it won’t be what’s on the screen that will make those few hours pleasurable. It will be her. “Only if it’s not some soppy romantic drivel.”

She nudges my ribs. “Actually, I prefer action movies. The more guns and cheesy fight scenes, the better.”

Another thing that surprises me about her. “Really?”

She nods. “And I saw The Mechanic is on. How about that?”

I haven’t seen it, but then, I wouldn’t have.

We finish our food and sit side by side, propped up against the pillows. She rests a hand on my thigh and shuffles closer, but it’s not close enough. I lift my arm and she takes the hint, snuggling closer, resting her head on my chest, and draping her thigh over mine. I find my fingers wandering over the tops of her arms, her shoulders, the side of her neck. Feel her smile against my skin. And when my fingertips trail across her ribs, she giggles and squirms. Ticklish.

“Stop,” she says with a giggle when I do it again.

“How am I supposed to stop when it makes you rub up against me like that?”

She looks up at me, her cheeks glowing and her eyes sparkling with delight. “Let me watch my movie and I’ll rub up against you as much as you want, sir.”

I bite down on my lip and groan. “You know I cannot resist an offer like that.”

Another giggle before she cuddles into me once more. I slide my hand to the back of her neck and leave it there, letting her watch the rest of her movie in peace. And I simply watch her, and that’s far more interesting.

As soon as it’s over, I remind her of the promise she made me, roll on top of her, strip her naked, and kiss every inch of her. My cock leaks pre-cum while I eat her delicious pussy—which has quickly become my favorite taste in the whole fucking world. Then I fuck her, burying myself inside her until there’s nothing between us and nothing exists but me and her.

She consumes me.

These stolen snippets of time I spend with her aren’t enough. I want more. Need more.

I want Alana Montoya every second of every day.

Fuck. Just as I knew I would be, I am well and truly screwed.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

Alana

After such an eventful night last night, I slept so deeply that I didn’t feel Alejandro get out of bed this morning. He always gets up early and works out before he leaves for work, but I can’t help feeling disappointed that he left without saying goodbye. I really wouldn’t have minded if he’d woken me.

I shake my head. I’m being silly. Just because we have mind-blowing sex and although he’s often sweet to me, like last night, we don’t have a kiss-your-wife-before-you-leave kind of relationship.

I stretch out like a languid cat. Every part of my body aches pleasantly. It seems my husband is a machine when it comes to sex, and I am loving this new side to our relationship.