Page 72 of A Promise For Tomorrow

“Was someone telling you to spread your gorgeous legs?” Ismirk, giving off the vibe of relaxed yet intrigued. Deep down, I am actually the opposite, vibrating with raw possessiveness.

I can just barely make out a bunch of lingerie lining the bed as well as studio chairs set up. Makeup and hair products are scattered all over the table. Studio lights are set up in the corners of the room.Ahh. Unless they are shooting a porno, this appears to be one of those scandalous photoshoots. Adirtyone.

My fists clench knowing another male is seeing my woman naked. I take a soothing breath through my nose. She agreed to be mine last night.

This woman is mine, I remind myself.

Itrusther.

“Uhhh… yeah. But it’s not what you think. It’s the surprise I was talking about. You trust me, right?” Thick Disney Princess eyelashes flutter up at me as she bites her full lower lip.

My little butterfly is nervous, and it’s cute as hell.

Unable to help myself, I reach through the crack of the door and cup her face. “I do. You look beautiful. How’s the head?”

“Muchbetter. The pain relievers and quad espresso really helped,” she raves as she smiles up at me. Without hesitation, she leans into my touch as my thumb skims the smooth skin beneath her eye.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just so happened to be heading to my office when I heard someone tell you to spread your legs…” I can’t help but smirk at this woman. She knows how possessive I can get.

“I would have bust the door down if roles were reversed. I’m impressed with your self-control,” she giggles. And I know my little butterfly would. You saw how she was with Red.

“There wasn’t much. Trust me, I wanted to. But marriage is about trust. After you confessed your love for me last night, I realized I’ve got nothing to worry about.” I wink, watching her eyes glaze over.

She’s totally swooning.

And looking incredibly fuckable right now.

Raising up onto her tiptoes, she leans over the threshold and kisses me. This kiss is all sorts of needy. And greedy. Anddirty.

Christ, who am I? Dr. Seuss? This woman has me so giddy, I’m now rhyming. So fucking be it.

I welcome her enthusiasm, opening my mouth and granting her tongue access to dance with mine. I groan internally.Any chance I can steal her away right now?

“Remember, we are all meeting for lunch poolside today,” she reminds me after breaking our passionate kiss. Her statement leaves me feeling like a true married couple.

“I’ll be there, baby.” I knock twice on the molding of the door before walking down the hallway to my office.

“Wait!” Her voice echoes down the hallway. I spin on my heel to greet her. The look of excitement lights up her face. “Do you need your office or can you do your work from somewhere else?” she questions as mischief dances in her eyes.

My eyebrow raises in question, curious what she is up to. “I don’tneedit. Why?”

“I need to borrow it,” she states, a poker face sliding into place.

“What’s mine is yours,Mariposita. Have at it.” I shake my head, extremely amused. I stride towards her, biting down on my lip. She sways back and forth on her feet, eager to get back to whatever she’s planning.

I start to whistle on my way to the staircase.

Make it quick,Mariposita.I need to taste you.

The lively chattergrows louder as I approach the pool. With my beach bag slung over my shoulder, I stride over to my man who is glistening with sweat and splayed out on a lounge chair. The sun is warm at my back as I stop directly in front of him, casting a shadow over his body. A deep baritone chuckle leaves those delicious lips as he recognizes my arrival.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he says smiling while adjusting his sunglasses so that they sit on top of his head.

I place my beach bag at the end of the chair next to him and lean over to kiss him deeply. His hand comes up behind my head, holding my face there and swirling his tongue over my bottom lip. A groan passes his lips like he’s been in agony all morning.Trust me, I feel the same way, Bone Breaker.

“That bathing suit should be illegal,Mariposita,” he tuts, tugging me forward by the metal hoop between my cleavage. Warm lips press against the swell of each of my breasts.TheBone Breakershows me no mercy, licking a path up my chest and wrapping his lips over my neck.

“Diego…” I warn.

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