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"I know."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?

"Being nice to me."

"Why not?"

"That's not an answer."

"I'm glad you bought weed off of Tony that night."

Her face softens and she smiles. "I am too."

I run my hand up and down her thigh lazily.

“Seriously, though. Thank you. That was the first time I've gotten laid since I got pregnant with Jack.” She says with a satisfied glint in her eye.

FUCK.

My whole body groans. It was our first time, and the first time for her in five or six years and I fucked it up. Her first time after so long should have been special, slow, tender…or at least not bent over her kitchen island.

“Seven years?! You haven’t had sex in six years??” I ask in a half panic.

“Sex or anything else. No one’s touched me. I barely even have time to…you know…myself.” She shrugs.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I say, truthfully full of regret. I trace my hand down her face, but she simply smiles at me as if I've hung the moon.

“Don’t be,” she says, a wicked smirk on her face. She rolls towards me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “This first time with you…that was exactly what I needed.”

I check my phone. "We've got about two hours until you need to go pick up the kids. How about I worship you the way you deserve to make up for the quick fuck in the kitchen."

Her face falls, her brow furrows, and her lower lip pouts. "But I liked the quick fuck in the kitchen."

I laugh, rolling her over onto her back and caging her in. "Then you'll really love it when I worship each one of your curves."

Chapter eighteen

Hannah

Agiggle I'm unfamiliar with bubbles out of my chest when Rico rolls over on top of me and cages me in. Slowly, leisurely, he lowers himself in a push-up and presses his lips to mine in a languid, unhurried kiss. My hands thread through the short hair on the back of his head as I hold him to me. His lower half presses against mine with a weight that I find comforting.

The tenderness, passion, and pleasure Rico passes to me in this kiss shatters my heart and pieces it back together again.

I'veneverbeen kissed like this.

We both just came, but this kiss quickly turns heated. Hands roam hurriedly as we strip each other of our clothes. When he's fully naked I press my hand against his chest so I can take in his incredible body. He's thinner than Santiago, and if I had to guess Matty as well. But the lines of lean muscle look no less deadly. Intricate tattoos of geometrical designs lace his neck, his pecs, and down both arms down to his fingers. Fingers he's resting against my thighs. The look of his tan, tatted fingers against my pale fleshy thighs is so sexy it should be illegal.

"Wow," I whisper quietly.

He tilts his lip up in a sexy smirk, before settling between my thick thighs. Thighs I hated yesterday, comparing them to my husband's skinny mistress. As if somehow baring three children and gaining weight makes me less of a woman. I've always been on the curvier side - something my mother loves to point out. But I've never hated my curves until Alan. Years ofpinching my love handles and passive-aggressive comments have a tendency to wear people down. I know I've let myself go. I don't work out, and I eat whatever's cheap, fast, and filling, but not always the healthiest. It just wasn't a priority in the rush of day-to-day things. I just wasn't a priority.

The way Rico's looking at me, though? The way I've caught Santiago and Matty looking at me with barely contained heat? They look at me as if they've never seen anything sexier. It makes me want to put in the effort. Not to be skinnier for them, but to make myself a priority again. To be that woman I used to be - magnetic, fun, thriving.

Rico ghosts one hand from the crease of my hip, up my soft stomach, to cup one of my breasts. He kisses his way down my neck, my collarbone, and the top of each breast, nipping the flesh there gently before licking away the sting. His warm, wet mouth surrounds one nipple, while his fingers tweak the other and my back arches off the bed with a groan.

"Rico," I moan, my fingernails digging into the back of his shoulders.

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