Page 37 of His Wild Attraction

“Uh no. I’m just saying, Andres is a really good guy. I mean, look how gorgeous everything was tonight. He went above and beyond?—”

“He hired a planner. It’s not that big a deal,” I muttered, refusing to acknowledge what she was trying to do.

“Um, actually, he sent a ten paragraph email to the planner detailing everything from the menu to the flowers to the lighting. If I’m not mistaken, Andres is meticulous like that in every aspect of his life, but you would know better than me,” she said, waggling her eyebrows at me.

I shook my head, biting my lip to stifle my giggle.

She wasn’t wrong.

Andres was a generous man.

In all ways.

My body heated, and my mouth was dry. I licked my lips, watching as he closed the door after his mother got inside the car.

Andres tapped the roof, signaling to the driver, and he backed up a step to watch the vehicle pulling away until it turned around the corner.

He really was a good man. And it dawned on me right then, Andres was my man.

My husband.

Technically, it wasn’t wrong for me to want him in that way. It didn’t make me depraved or sick to imagine his hands on my body or his lips crushing mine.

Sammy was safe and secure. Josef was the motherfucking head of security for Volkov Industries, and he ran his own very successful, very lethal, security firm. My son wouldn’t be safer if he were in Fort Knox.

I’d already had my fill of food and drink and conversation. In fact, I felt more myself tonight than I had in years.

There was one common denominator in all of it. And that was Andres.

Maybe I was moving too fast.

Maybe I should work harder to separate the reasons we married.

I was tired of ignoring the way my chest tightened and my pulse reacted whenever his stormy eyes met mine.

Maybe I should have fought harder against his insistence that we make this thing real.

But even if I had, even if this was all a mistake, it didn’t change how I felt right then.

Warm. Needy. Wet.

Tonight I was a newly married woman, and I wanted my husband with a hunger I’d never felt.

Suddenly, I was very ready to leave.

CHAPTER TWELVE ANDRES

Iwalked into the condo after my wife.

Fuck.

Heat filled me. Ellie was finally mine.

My wife.

Just the thought had my cock hardening behind my pants.

I watched the layers of her skirt swirl around her calves, and goddamn I swear I felt the entire world shift on its axis.

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