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My hand slips around to the bottom of her foot, passing over it repeatedly until it’s clean. She giggles softly, instantly hardening my dick in the process.

“Washing your feet,” I answer. “Why did you take your shoes off?”

Her tone is bemused when she replies, as if she can’t quite believe what I’m doing. Understandable, I’ve never washed anyone else’s feet before.

“I wanted to be more comfortable.”

“One of my men could have gotten you a chair. Ask next time so you don’t have to dirty these pretty little feet,” I growl, looking at her and pressing a kiss against the top of her now clean foot.

She laughs. “Do you have a foot fetish or something?”

I shake my head slowly, the ghost of a smile tugging at my lips. “No, I have a you fetish.”

Lust blooms like plumes of smoke in her eyes and she reaches for me. Her arms twine around the back of my neck and her lips come down on mine, wiping away the last lingering thoughts of violence with a sweet kiss.

My hands go to her waist, pulling her off the sink and wrapping her legs around me. With her clinging to me, I march us into the bedroom where I take my wife for the first time in our marital bed.

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Chapter Forty-Four

Tess

“It’s great to have you back in the office, Tess,” a colleague of mine named Chelsea says when we cross paths in the break room. “We missed you around here.”

“It’s so good to be back!” I exclaim truthfully. “I missed you guys like crazy.”

She walks off with her coffee in one hand, waving with the other, leaving me to wait for my still brewing coffee. I’m buzzing with excitement and hardly able to stand still.

My return to the office has gone even better than I could have imagined. I’d ended up delaying it by another week, convinced by a very persuasive Thiago to extend our so-called honeymoon a few more days.

Although, the last week has felt much more like an actual honeymoon than the first two.

Ever since that night at the Telliers’, we’ve spent almost every moment together. He similarly didn’t leave the house for work, taking the rare urgent meeting in his study and then coming to find me immediately after.

True to his word, he’s been absolutely insatiable. Every time I came out of the shower, he would inevitably rip the towel off me and fuck me on the bed. We also kept up our midnight ice cream ritual and he got his revenge for all my previous teasing by bending me over the kitchen island and sliding into my pussy while he fed me some rocky road. There was even one time where I was bent over helping Diana empty the dishwasher when he came up behind me and grabbed my hips. Poor Diana had less than five seconds to run out of there before my pants were off and he was burying himself inside me to the hilt.

I apologized to her the following day, taking the opportunity to also say sorry for previous bad behavior.

“And I’m sorry for how I reacted when you mentioned Adriana a few weeks ago,” I’d said.

“That’s alright,señora.”

“No, you see, I thought… Well, I didn’t know. I thought she was…”

I hadn’t been able to find the words to explain the story I’d invented in my head, but Diana had understood. Her eyes widened comically.

“You thought she was his lover?”

“Yes.”

Her face had fallen into a kind smile. “Ah,querida, then you reacted appropriately. Maybe you even underreacted. If I thought you’d brought up my husband’s ex-lover to me, I would have scratched your eyes out.”

I’d laughed and we’d hugged. Then I’d had her tell me all about Adriana. The more I learned about her, the sadder I became that I’d never gotten to meet my sister-in-law. She sounded fun and vibrant, the kind of person Dagny and I would have been instant friends with.

It only further strengthened my resolve to help Thiago find her killer. He told me he didn’t have any other leads yet, and I believed him. But when he’d come out of his study after those urgent meetings over the past week, he’d looked stressed. Well, as stressed as he could look. His shoulders were tense, his face tight, his mind faraway.

When questioned, he wouldn’t tell me what was going on. My fainting at the bomb shelter had hardened him against involving me in his affairs. I couldn’t fault him for that decision, but I was determined to get him to confide in me what problems he was facing.

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