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But something told her that wouldn’t be a problem. Rafa would be only too happy to provide that fix as often as he wanted.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back again and claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss. Her lips were swollen and hot, and she couldn’t get enough of his tongue dancing with hers. She lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts and rocking her body against his. There wasn’t enough friction to get her there, but she didn’t mind. There would be time to work out those kinks later.

“Rafael.” She whispered his name and nipped at his full lower lip. “I love you.”

“Sky.” He gripped the duvet next to her head and pounded into her. His hips snapped, and he breathed deeper and faster as he chased his own release. Their gazes held, and his eyes were so dark they were nearly black. “Sky. Sky.Sky.”

She clutched his shoulders, letting her nails sink into the soft flesh there, and rose up to meet his shuddering kisses as he spilled his seed deep inside. She kept kissing him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, tenderly doting on this man she loved so very much.

Draped across him a short while later, she marveled at how natural this all felt. There was no awkwardness, no nervousness. She was naked and sweaty, and her hair was a tangled mess, but she felt more comfortable and relaxed in his arms than she ever had.

“I know our marriage didn’t start the way we would have wanted, but I hope you know that I would choose you every single time, no matter the circumstances.” Rafael swept loose strands of hair from her face and nuzzled his nose to hers. He kissed her so lovingly that her heart almost couldn’t take it. “I love you, Sky.”

“I love you,” she whispered before snuggling in tight and letting herself melt into his strong embrace.

My man.

Mine.

All mine.

Chapter Sixteen

“Why do they make the openings on these things so small!” Beto huffed in exasperation as he tried to dress Jasper in the outfit Lola had chosen. Their nephew squealed and giggled and kicked his bare feet every time Beto tried to pull the shirt over his little head.

“I thought you said you could handle it,” Rafael smirked at his brother’s frustration and straightened his tie with the help of the mirror in the bathroom attached to Jasper’s nursery.

“Rafa! Get in here and help me squeeze thisgorditointo this ridiculous shirt our sister bought.”

“Who are you callinggordito?” Lola demanded as she stormed into the nursery. Rafael decided to stay in the bathroom and fiddle with his tie a bit longer rather than get between those two. “Are you calling my adorable, cherubic nephew fat?”

“He’s got rolls on rolls, Lola! Looks like he has rubber bands around his wrists and ankles! He makes the Michelin Man look like he’s starving.”

“Don’t listen to your mean skinny green beantio!” Lola urged and dramatically covered Jasper’s ears with her hands. Her metallic bracelets jingled together, drawing Jasper’s attention and making him laugh as he reached for them. “Be gentle,mijo. Those are Bulgari. Your daddy gave them to me at myQuinceañera.”

“Speaking of,” Beto said, taking a step back from the changing table to let Lola work her magic. “What’s going on with Camila’squince? Shouldn’t we be planning it by now?”

Rafael stepped out of the bathroom and exchanged a concerned look with his brother and sister. “I completely forgot.”

“I think we all did.” Beto frowned. “After losing Jaime and Maddie, we sort of shut down.”

“Well, we are not letting Camila’s birthday fall through the cracks,” Lola insisted. “I’ll talk to Dina later. I’m sure she has the whole thing planned out and is probably waiting for the right time to discuss it.”

“You don’t think it has anything to do with Diego?” Beto asked worriedly.

Rafael stiffened at the mention of their ex-brother-in-law's name. “Why would he have anything to do with it?”

Beto reluctantly explained, “I heard he’s been granted release.”

“What?” Fury blazed through him. “He’s supposed to rot in that prison. He’s supposed to suffer until he draws his last breath.”

“How?” Lola asked, cradling Jasper close after finishing his outfit change. “He killed our father and our grandfather. He was convicted. He was sentenced to life.”

“I heard that he may be working with the DEA, and they may have cut him a deal to get him extradited to the US and then released.”

Rafael’s hands curled into fists. He fought the urge to pick up something heavy and throw it through the nearest window. He wanted to pound a hole in the wall. He wanted to scream and snarl and gnash his teeth.

Instead, he remained outwardly calm. He let the fury burn hot and violent deep inside. Growling, he said, “We’ll see about that.”

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