Page 91 of His Wild Attraction

“Ooh! Andres! You scared me.”

“Sorry, I thought you heard me,” he murmured, his eyes glued to my body.

I had to admit, I was flattered. A man like that losing his cool over me?

Whoa, indeed.

“I thought you were going to meet me there,” I said, trying to slow my beating heart.

“I was, but I finished my call early,” Andres said, his blue-gray eyes raking over me from head to toe.

My whole body tingled beneath his hungry stare.

“Oh, well, good, I’m glad you’re home. And thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for, Wife?” he asked.

He canted his head to the side in that manner he had, reminding me of a curious animal. My belly warmed, and I bit my lip, gesturing to myself.

“God, for so many things. First, I never thanked you for the clothes,” I said, looking down at my new outfit.

“My pleasure,” he said, his gaze lingering on my breasts.

“And I never thanked you for marrying me. For dealing with Gary. And my father’s company. For protecting Sammy.”

“Shh,” Andres said, crossing the distance between us.

He cupped my cheeks and kissed my lips, a soft peck before pressing his forehead to mine.

“You never have to thank me for that, Lupina. It’s my privilege. All of it. Now, let’s go say goodbye to Sammy before we deal with that piece of shit.”

“Okay,” I agreed, too anxious to argue.

I kissed Sammy goodbye, smiling as he showed me the puzzle he and Nanny Rosa were working on.

Then, watching Andres kneel to admire my son’s handiwork, I had to place a hand over my heart that was currently trying to beat me to death.

Sammy, my sweet boy, tossed his arms around my husband’s neck and kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Dad!”

“See ya later, Sweet Boy. Tomorrow is a big day. You remember what it is?”

“The groomer is coming to give Rocky his bath,” Sammy said proudly.

“That’s right. And she’s gonna trim his nails so no more scratches, okay?”

“Yay! Rocky is gonna feel better, too?”

“That’s right. Goodnight, Sammy.”

“Thanks, Dad. Night.”

My eyes filled with happy tears watching the interaction between them, my two boys, and yeah, I fell a little deeper, a little harder.

“You good?” Andres asked, frowning at me.

“Yeah,” I replied.

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