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“There’s not a chance I’m going three to four days every month without being inside you. Understand?”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“But that still doesn’t mean I can walk around here with no panties the rest of the time,” she insists.

Leaning down, I press my lips against her ear. “You can and you will. And if you disobey me, you will suffer the consequences.”

She squeezes her thighs together, and it stirs the possessive monster in me. My wife might protest, but she has already proven that she enjoys being told what to do. I consider bending her over the dresser and fucking her again before I leave, but she’s already tender and I have plans for her later.

I kiss her instead, and her body melts into mine. She snakes her arms around my neck, and my cock hardens in an instant. What was supposed to be a quick kiss on the lips turns into a long, deep tonguing that makes me want to carry her back to bed and take a sick day.

“I have to go.” I reluctantly pull away from her. “I’ll be home for dinner. And don’t forget my new rule.”

Her lips are red and swollen from my kiss, her damp curls all mussed up from my hand in her hair, and she looks fucking edible. “Yes, sir.” Despite the words, her tone drips with sass.

She’ll pay for that later.

She’ll also pay for the fact that I’m going to be hard all fucking day just thinking about her.

I knew this would happen. My little distraction has become even more alluring and overwhelming, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Alejandro

Icalled Hugo on the way to my hotel and told him to meet me here. He didn’t ask for clarification and I didn’t offer any. He’s lucky that fucking my wife this morning has put me in such a good mood. Because while he might not have touched her, a crime for which he would have surely paid with his life, he lied to me about her whereabouts. And for that, he will explain himself and pray to god that I’m satisfied with his answer.

I wait for him in my office, while memories of last night play on a loop through my overactive brain. How soft Alana’s body felt under mine. Her smell. Her taste. The way her tight, wet pussy squeezed my cock.

I relive that memory until there’s a knock on my door, and Hugo is shown inside. He stands before me, his hands clasped in front of him while he waits for me to tell him why I summoned him here. This man is hard as nails, that’s why I employ him, and I am about to test his mettle and his loyalty to their limits.

Remaining silent, I study him intently. He doesn’t flinch, but he must be wondering if he will walk out of this room under his own steam or be carried out, in a body bag or otherwise.

I have cultivated a reputation as an unforgiving employer. I expect total loyalty from my employees, and if I don’t get it, they are of no use to me.

“Do you have something you’d like to share with me?” I eventually ask.

“Can you be more specific, Boss?”

“Do I have to be? Just how many things are you keeping from me, cabrón?”

“Is this regarding your wife, sir?” he says, his eyes never leaving my face.

He certainly has balls. I have to give him that. “Yes, it’s regarding my wife,” I snarl.

“What exactly would you like to know?”

Is he truly this loyal to Alana—a trait I actually applaud him for—or just plain stupid? “I suggest you think carefully about what you say next, Hugo, if you want to keep your job and you want your head to remain attached to your shoulders. I want to know everything about what you and my wife do every single fucking day.”

He clears his throat. “I drive her to the O’Malley shelter downtown, sir, and then I wait for her to finish her work before I drive her straight home again. I wait in her office if she’s alone or meeting donors, but I step outside and wait at the door if one of the shelter residents wants to speak to her privately.”

“The residents?”

He nods. “Women and children. None of whom pose a threat to her safety.”