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What is he doing in the shower?

Why am I curious?

Switching off the light on my bedside stand, I turned away from the bathroom door, pulled my arms and legs to my stomach, and tried to calm my nerves. It had been a long day. Sleep didn’t come easily. I wanted to believe Aléjandro, but how many times had I been lied to? Each time Rocco hurt me, he swore it was the last.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed before I heard the bathroom door opening. The room around me went dark, yet I refused to move from the edge of the bed. The clean scent of bodywash filled my senses. When it seemed safe that Aléjandro wasn’t going to go back on his word, my tense muscles began to relax. Listening to the music from our celebration, I drifted off to sleep.

ChapterEight

Aléjandro

Blinking, I woke to something tickling my face. My nose twitched as I made sense of the world around me. Mia was sleeping on her side, her long hair fanned out near my face, and I had my arm draped over her trim waist.

My dick was at nearly full mast as her tight ass lay only centimeters away. You’d think the whacking I’d done last night in the shower would have been enough to keep the bad boy at bay. Apparently, waking next to a beautiful woman was not the formula for keeping my dick down.

Sighing, I rolled to my back, flopped my arm over my forehead, and stared up at the ceiling. Who doesn’t get pussy on their wedding night?

The answer would be me.

Fuck, before Mia’s declaration after the ceremony, I was counting the minutes until I would get her alone. I’d been half-serious about leaving the reception, burying my dick in her warm pussy, and then coming back for the party.

Obviously, things didn’t go as planned.

The soft sounds of her sleeping breaths gave me a jolt of reality. I was married.

I’d been concerned about sleeping unarmed beside someone. Despite never having done it before, I slept better than I would have predicted. Oh, I’d bedded plenty of women. There were those who made a living at it and others who were just in it for the fun. The first had a place of business and sleeping overnight wasn’t an option. With the latter, I tended to follow an invitation to their place, not extend one to mine.

It's not like my parents would give two shits if Rei or I brought a woman home, butmi padre’s casawas well guarded. Most women looking for a one-night stand or even an on-and-off-again relationship weren’t thrilled about entering the equivalent to Fort Knox. Sure, his house was giant. Nevertheless, I wasn’t a fan of introducing a woman I barely knew tomi madreat breakfast.

The thought made me smile.

I barely knew the woman still sleeping beside me.

I barely knew my own wife.

As much as I wanted to be upset about what happened, or more accurately, what didn’t happen on our wedding night, I wasn’t. I was challenged and in some fucking weird turn of events, totally in this for the long haul. I meant what I’d said: one day Mia would beg me to fuck her and when that day came, I’d make it so fucking good, she’d forget all her bad memories of the asshole before me.

Last night, by the time I’d finally made it to bed, Mia was pretending to sleep. I was relatively certain she wasn’t actually asleep, but I wasn’t willing to find out. Despite taking care of business in the cool shower, my fortitude was tested to its max. Maybe she wanted to be sure I wouldn’t rape her in her sleep or that I hadn’t changed my mind.

My mind was uncertain, but I wasn’t about to take from her what she didn’t want to give. I wasn’t the piece-of-shit husband she had before. The smile she’d shown during the wedding celebration was my encouragement. Mia had fun—she even admitted it.

She may think she hates me, and I may have mentioned her name toPadrebecause I knew she felt that way, but at the end of the day, we were now married. We needed to learn to do more than co-exist. We needed to be partners, such as the priest said with the presentation of the coins.

I was excited to show Mia our new home. It was a one-in-a-million find. The day I contacted the real estate agent, the house had just gone on the market. It was everything I wanted. Working on a limited time schedule due to my own procrastination and things being busy with the cartel, I made an offer—fifty thousand over asking and a promise to pay all the closing costs.

The sellers took the money.

Now the only thing standing between us and this new home was being sure Mia was happy with it too.

Rolling onto my side toward Mia, I lifted my head onto my fist held up by my elbow and watched her sleep. Even without the makeup from the wedding, in this relaxed state she was stunning. I reached for the silkiness of her long hair, running a soft strand through my fingertips. My mind started to conjure images of what she would look like finding her bliss, allowing me to touch her, to wind her up and hold her as she fell into an orgasmic stupor.

The images weren’t helping my dick relax.

I slipped from the bed.

We’d left the doors open to the balcony. The pool area was quiet. I wasn’t sure who else would be awake at this hour. The music was part of my dreams throughout the night. Hell, the rest of the wedding guests may not have gone to bed until the sun came up.

I looked around for a coffee pot.

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