Page 120 of His Wild Attraction

“Please don’t push me away, Angel. I can’t stand it. I can’t bear it. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I failed. I didn’t protect you,” I said, blubbering all over her and myself and making a fool out of me.

“Andres,” she said more forcefully, and fuck, I couldn’t go against her wishes. I released her.

But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she cupped my cheeks in her hand and pressed her mouth to mine.

“What?” I whispered.

“You crazy man. I love you. I’m not going anywhere. I thought maybe, maybe you would think I was tainted because I killed a man?—”

“Stop right there,” I said.

Pulling her closer, I leaned down, kissing her just because I could. Because she let me. And because I needed to.

“I love you. I would never think badly of you,” I told her honestly. “But you’re wrong, Ellie. You didn’t kill a man. Gary was living on borrowed time. His days were already numbered. Understand?”

“Yes, Andres,” she said, and a small smile tilted the corner of her lips.

“That’s it, Angel. Smile for me,” I said, kissing her again. “I need that smile. Need your joy. Your light. Fuck Ellie, I love you so much. Swear you will never leave me.”

“Never. I will never leave you. I need you too, Andres.”

Walking my wife backwards to the couch, I reversed our positions, so that she was standing in front of me, and I was sitting on the couch.

Outside, the storm clouds gathered around, shrouding Manhattan in a glittery sort of blackness. Then, suddenly, lightning cracked across the sky and thunder boomed. Thanksgiving was in two days, but instead of snow, we had wind and rain.

Typical weather. But I didn’t give a shit about the rain.

Only that it pitched the room into darkness, and I loved Ellie in black.

I licked my lips, watching the rise and fall of her chest.

“Show me how much you need me, Ellie. Let me see you, Lupina.” I growled.

Her eyes widened, and I knew her first instinct was to object. I undid the buttons of my shirt, pealed at the way her eyes danced over my skin as I revealed my body to her inch by inch.

Next was my buckle. I unfastened my pants, tugging them down my hips, and bringing my boxers with them.

Dick in hand, I watched my wife’s eyes widen. She licked her lips as I squeezed my balls and stroked my shaft.

“Take off your clothes and sit on my cock like a Good Wife.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT ELLIE

Holy. Fuck

I licked my lips. Desire warred with misgivings. But I’d just been through a lot and I needed something to make me feel grounded, anchored, part of the real world again.

I wasn’t a sex goddess.

I didn’t think I was good at this kind of thing.

But I wanted to be. And for Andres, I would try.

He loved me. He wouldn’t judge me or make fun of me. And as I quickly stripped, too eager to feel him inside me to even attempt to go slow, he watched.

Andres’ eyes never left my body as I pulled off my clothes until I was standing there in my plain black cotton thong.

“Leave those on,” he said, and I nodded.

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