Page 33 of Till Death Do Us Part

This wasn’t a hotel. It was the Ruizes’ primary bedroom. Coffee could wait. My first concern was taking care of business so I wouldn’t be walking around all day with a fucking hard-on.

Closing the door to the bathroom, I again turned on the shower.

If Mia continued to refuse sex, I could be the cleanest man on the West Coast.

The warm spray created a cloud of humidity within the glass enclosure. Dropping my boxer shorts on the floor, I stepped in, lifted my face to the spray, ran my hands over my head, wetting my hair, and turned to the shower wall. It seemed backward. Rarely before my wedding had I jerked off. This was my second session in less than eight hours.

As a married man, pussy should be at my fingertips.

That was the fucking problem: it was at my fingertips, just unobtainable.

I tilted my forehead against the tile and gripped my length, running my hand up and down my hardening dick. Closing my eyes, I pictured Mia, the way she looked at me when I had her pinned against the wall. The fear in her eyes shouldn’t turn me on, but I’d never claimed I was a good man.

Faster and faster, I moved my grip, increasing my pressure as my dick turned to steel. Squeezing harder, spots appeared behind my eyelids and my balls drew closer. The pain was real and so was the pleasure. My lips opened, yet I couldn’t stop.

Hunching my shoulders, I closed my eyes tighter. With the rush of endorphins drowning out the world, I pumped faster and faster. My orgasm came like a fucking barreling freight engine. The rumble of the train and the clicking of the wheels. Like that train, I was out of control, speeding through a dark tunnel when I gasped for air.

The tunnel ended in blinding light.

I exploded, my body shuddering more violently than it had the night before. Instead of stopping, I kept stroking myself, draining every drop so I could fucking walk without blowing a wad.

“Aléjandro?”

Fuck.

I spun around, facing my wife, her lips open and eyes wide.

I reached for the shower door and slid it to the side. “Join me, Mia.”

She took a step back.

Her hair was down and mussed. Her satin nightgown covered her body to her mid-thighs. The spaghetti straps hung from her slender shoulders, and the material was tented from her hardened nipples. She was a sight of beauty.

How long has she been watching me?

Water droplets dripped from my body as I stepped from the shower onto the soft bath mat, my nudity on full display. “I know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen a naked man.”

Mia’s face paled. “You’re…” She peeled her eyes away from my dick and brought them up to mine. “It’s the first time I’ve seen you.”

Leaving a trail of water on the floor, I stepped closer to her and brushed one strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and then the other. Mia stiffened. It only took a little more encouragement for the gown to slip from her body. I sucked in a breath as I took in her luscious curves. “Take off your panties.”

Her wide hazel orbs stared up at me.

“No sex, Mia. I want to see my wife. All of her.”

She nibbled on her lower lip as she snagged the waistband with her fingers and pushed the panties lower. The lace fell to the floor, lost in the puddle of her nightgown.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Mia’s eyes looked down. “I’ve gained weight?—”

I laid a finger on her lips, and her eyes came back up to mine. “You’re gorgeous. That’s the end of that discussion.” I lowered my hand to hers, feeling the way it trembled. “Come into the shower with me.”

“I…I…”

“No sex.”

Mia nodded.

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