Page 88 of His Wild Attraction

And I didn’t know how to handle that.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ELLIE

Healthy relationships were built on more than sex.

Everyone said so.

Logically, I knew there must be some truth in that statement.

But there was something to be said for physically connecting with someone. In my not-expert opinion, sex sated more than carnal appetites, it brought people closer.

Having sex with Andres was an intimacy I’d never shared with anyone else, and it made me feel closer to him. It boosted my energy, my confidence, my happiness.

But maybe that was just him. He was so supportive. Easily the kindest, most sincere man I’d ever met.

Andres had been insatiable for me that night. And every night since. I reciprocated that feeling.

And then some.

I wanted the man all the time. Like, all the time. So much so, I actually used the little clitoral massage toy Sofia had bought me as a bachelorette party present, even though I didn’t have a bridal shower.

Note to self. Tell Sofia a thank you when I see her.

I swallowed down my lusty thoughts. There was no way I wanted to go to this lawyer’s meeting thinking about sex with my fine as fuck man.

After I brushed my teeth, I turned the water on inside the stupid luxurious shower of the main bathroom that was attached to mine and Andres’ bedroom.

Stepping beneath the stream of hot water, I sighed, allowing the constant stream to wash away some of my stress.

I knew the meeting with Gary was going to be horrible.

Everything with Gary was horrible.

And I wished I could say that was why I was freaking out.

On some level, it was, of course. I was so worried that bastard would somehow win visitation with Sammy, and I knew I could never allow it.

But my stress was due to something else. Something totally unexpected.

I think I might be desperately in love with my husband.

Every time I thought I had his motivations defined, Andres took me by surprise.

Like when he came home to eat dinner with us every night. Like we were a real family. That was one of the first and biggest shocks I’d had to contend with after Sammy and I moved into Andres’ condo.

I was going to miss that tonight, but of course, Gary’s lawyers had asked to meet during the time I usually set for Sammy, and now all of us, to have our evening meal.

Gary would have remembered that. And he would have chosen the time on purpose.

Dick.

What he did not know was my new husband had no problem leaving work a couple of hours early, just so Sammy could still enjoy dinner with the two of us.

Thoughtful man.

Dangerous man.

The man was terrifying. And I didn’t mean Gary.

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