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Her love.

Her loyalty.

But I had to start somewhere. Getting her addicted to my cock was as good a place as any.

Her moans and pants were like music to my ears, and I couldn’t wait to memorize every inch of her hot little body.

She was sensual and earthy, and it was clear to me whoever she’d been with before had neglected that side of her.

Not that I wanted to think about her having sex with anyone else. As far as I was concerned, my wife was a fucking virgin until me.

I know, I know it was a total dickhead thing to think. But what could I say?

From the things we did together, and her reactions to my sensual overtures, it was obvious her past lovers hadn’t been attentive. Hell, Ellie might as well have been a virgin.

I didn’t know whether to pound my chest and roar that I was the one to teach her real pleasure. Or to hunt down the assholes who didn’t provide her with what she deserved.

Maybe I would do both.

I knew men who blamed incompatibility or laziness in bed on the women. But that was bullshit. Sex was natural, and it should be good for everyone involved or not done.

Ellie wasn’t frigid or cold or whatever it was her asshole ex had tried to convince her while placing the blame of his inferior performance on her.

Truth was my wife was fire. She was a dirty little girl.

Seductive. Tempting. Responsive. And so fucking real.

I fucking loved it.

I loved everything about being with her.

I love her.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN ELLIE

“So, how’s married life?”

I looked up from the dough I’d been kneading and met three pairs of curious and amused eyes.

Thanksgiving was one week away, and Sofia had invited everyone over to test out some recipes for the holiday festivities.

She was hosting. And we were all invited.

“Um, good,” I replied.

Honestly, it was good. Andres was like the perfect man.

He was attentive. Yet he gave me space. He was wonderful with Sammy. And at night, he loved me with a fervor I’d never experienced.

But I felt something lacking between us.

It was stupid.

I was being stupid.

I mean, we weren’t a love match. But there was something about his demeanor that made me wish we were.

Christ, I was losing it.

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