Page 66 of His Wild Attraction

She was so fucking cute when she got annoyed.

Her gold-green eyes flashed with temper, and fuck, my cock was already half-hard just looking at her.

“Andres, I just need you to promise to talk to me, okay? No matter what. Telling your bosses they’re your cousins was probably emotional for you, and I’d like to be there for you when you have something like that going on. I’m your wife,” she murmured.

Pleasure filled me at her quiet declaration, but I held my tongue. My wife clearly had more to say.

“Even if it’s hard or ugly. I want to know. Maybe I can help,” she added. “I just don’t want to feel like I did something wrong when you go all quiet. If I did something to make you upset or something, I need you to tell me so we can discuss it like adults.”

“You think I’m angry with you?” I asked, truly stunned.

“I don’t know if you’re angry with me or if you’re anything with me because you don’t tell me. I don’t like not knowing. When I was married to Gary, he always played these little games, and he just made me feel bad all the time.”

“I make you feel bad?” I asked, my eyes even wider.

“No! No,” she said, shaking her head, and some of my tension eased.

I rubbed my hand over my face, trying for a calm I didn’t feel.

“Ellie, what are you really saying? I need you to tell me more, please,” I said.

It was only through years of working a high-pressure job that I wasn’t a bumbling mess right then. I wanted to drop to my knees and beg forgiveness for something I didn’t even know what.

This woman had me by the balls, and she didn’t even know it.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything,” she whispered.

“No. Don’t do that. You can talk to me, Ellie. No Lies. Just truth. Always,” I told her, meaning every word.

The last thing I ever wanted to do was ignore this. I didn’t want her upset, but we needed to hash this out. Whatever this was.

Fuck.

I’d spent months mooning over this woman. Testing the strength of my resolve. Battling my attraction by holding back and staying away.

Every second apart from her was sheer fucking torture. I was head over fucking heels. But I knew she wasn’t there.

Not yet.

I need her to be.

I want her to be.

But how was I supposed to make a woman like her fall in love with a guy like me?

I thought I had a pretty good plan. And it had been working so far. Every night my wife crawled into bed beside me, and every night the tension between us tightened until she came to me.

Sometimes it started with the brush of her leg against mine, or Ellie would drape her arm over my side. She’d touch me first, then I’d turn and pull her into my embrace.

I was always ready, willing, and waiting. Helpless to deny my feelings for her and the need to bury my length inside her warm, wet, willing body.

The sex we shared was phenomenal.

Fantastic.

At least, I thought it was.

But if I made her feel bad, I’d have to kick my own fucking ass.

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