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“I never went to bed last night, so it’s still kind of yesterday, and if you dismiss the time change, then really it’s practically still our birthday,” she rambled, and it was the best sound, the best fucking everything I’d heard in a long damn time.

“Happy birthday.” I nearly sighed out the words. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“The best birthday gift is that you’re okay.” The tears and wobbling of her bottom lip started up. “But I did get your gift and note.”

“Do you kind of hate me for not giving it away like I promised?”

She caught a tear on her lip with her tongue. “More like kind of love you.”

I rolled my eyes. And yeah, on purpose that time.

“What’s that for?” She cry-laughed while gently shoving at my chest.

“Only ‘kind of’ love me, huh?” I arched a brow. “I don’t kind of anything.” I stared into her eyes and said, “I love you.” My free hand slipped over my chest.

“X squared.” Eyes flashing to mine, she translated, “Love you more.”

“Like how much more?” I caught her bottom lip between my teeth, doing my best not to actually bite, but given my current state, no promise it wouldn’t happen.

“Way, way more,” she murmured once I freed her lip and she had me forgetting we were in Romania. Forgetting everything that had happened in the last week.

“Not possible.” I kissed her back harder this time. “You’ll never love me more than I love you. Don’t argue with me on this. It’s a fight you won’t win.”

She wedged her hand between our bodies and clasped mine resting over my heart. “So, so bossy.”

“You know you like it.”

“I do,” she returned in a soft voice. “Now tell me about this name ... Little Miss Tennessee Whiskey.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Alessandro

Oyster Bay, Long Island—Three Days Later

“Yes, yesss—”

I cupped her mouth, silencing her cries as she climbed closer to orgasm, and the little devil stuck her tongue out, swiping at my palm.

“My parents are going to hear we’re being bad and breaking the doctor’s orders.” I continued thrusting in her without losing momentum. “Be a good girl and give me a second before you moan again, okay?”

She nodded, and I kept moving so she didn’t lose the high she was chasing, making sure my pelvic bone rubbed against her sensitive spot every time I slammed into her. Spying the belt atop my jeans on the floor next to us, I grabbed it. I barely remembered how or when we’d wound up going from the bed to the hardwood.

“You’ve been looking for a reason to put that in my mouth, and you know it.” A wicked gleam flashed across her face before I offered her the leather to bite down on.

“Maybe.” I smirked, waiting for her to follow orders and clamp down on the belt. “That’s my girl.”

Both hands on each side of her again, I bucked and moved harder, taking her all the way to the peak. When she arched off the floor while coming, I shifted my weight to one forearm and pinned her back down beneath me, fucking her with everything I had in me.

The belt slipped free from her mouth, and she stared at me with drunk-looking, sated eyes.

“Come inside me.” She whispered the reminder ... not that I needed one. How could I forget her asking me to do that?

“Yes, ma’am,” I said before grunting, zero hesitation as I spilled inside my wife.

A few seconds later, I collapsed alongside her on the blanket beneath us.

“We had sex in your parents’ house.” She rolled to the side and propped her head up with her hand and elbow. My cum had to be dripping everywhere, but she didn’t seem to notice. “And we broke the doctor’s orders.”

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