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Knowing that he wouldn’t ask that of me. That he would never ask me not to go have dinner with my friends. Well, that just made me more determined to please him.

It made me like him just a little bit more.

Shit.

Truth was, I more than liked him.

It wasn’t my fault. He was just so, so much.

How could one man be so damn understanding?

So sweet?

So sexy?

I had no idea.

But since he was my man, I was going to accept it. More than that, I was going to revel in it.

What else could I do?

I didn’t want to deny my feelings.

For the first time ever, I felt safe, cherished, and protected. They were good feelings, and he was responsible for them.

Andres was a force to be reckoned with, and if I were being honest with myself, I would admit I just didn’t want to resist anymore.

The man swept me off my feet.

Literally.

In spite of everything I had been through, it was time to face the very real probability that I was already in love with my husband.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ANDRES

“Okay boys, I’m leaving,” Ellie said, entering the living room, which was liberally covered in building blocks, race cars, and kitten toys.

I was sitting on the floor, criss-cross applesauce, helping Sammy build a track, while simultaneously distracting Rocky from destroying the thing, when my wife walked in.

My heart squeezed.

My stomach flipped.

My pants grew tight.

I’d seen her outfit already. Knew what she had on. But for some reason, watching her enter the living room was something else entirely.

It was like watching a shooting star fall right out of the sky.

She stole my breath, dressed in black from head to toe.

Like a midnight goddess.

Mysterious. Ethereal. So fucking sexy.

Fuck.

My cock thumped in my pants, and I leaned forward to make it less noticeable.

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