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I smile at the thought. Being thoroughly fucked by my husband wasn’t on my bingo card, but I can’t complain.

Not one single bit.

Chapter 26

Vicente Godoy

Iwas cockblocked by the most adorable five-year-old girl on my wedding night, and I can’t even be mad about it. I had sex twice with Camila after the ceremony.

Ava was exhausted after an afternoon of playing with Gabo and Isa. I’d be surprised if Isa doesn’t end up pregnant soon—they were great with Ava. They both mentioned multiple times how much they’d enjoy being parents.

After they left, we had dinner, and Camila helped Ava bathe while I did one last check to make sure everything was ready for our trip to Colombia.

We both helped put her to bed, but after about an hour, she came to our room. I just couldn’t take her back to her room like my parents did so many times with me and my siblings. It was a very emotional day for her, lots of changes and new things. I didn’t want her to have a bad first night in her new place.

Even though Camila insisted we needed to teach her boundaries and take her back to bed, I was the one who ultimately said she should stay with us.

So that’s how Ava spent the night in our bed, and I had to keep my dick in my pants.

Now, we’re on my jet, ready for take off.

Ava has this nervous energy about her. She’s never been on a plane, so she’s excited too.

Her wide eyes dart around, startled by every single noise, which in a plane can be overwhelming.

The flight is nine hours long, and we have every single toy and game imaginable on board to help entertain Ava.

All I hope is I can take a nap with Camila at some point. Ava tossed around all night, so Camila and I didn’t sleep well. Not to mention, every time my hand wandered to Camila’s tits, she immediately smacked me. Having her so close and not being able to touch her was torture.

Mrs. Evans is with us too, practically buzzing about her first trip to South America. I don’t think she has ever traveled outside Europe.

Once we take off and the captain turns off the seat belt sign, we’re finally free to move around and get comfortable.

My jet has a lounge area with two sofas and a coffee table, which I hope will be our hangout spot during the flight.

Ava grabs her backpack and takes a set of markers and a bunch of coloring books. She spreads them across the table, making herself at home.

Camila sits down on one of the sofas and pats the spot next to her.

I smile and make a beeline for the sofa.

Once I sit down, Camila moves closer to me and rests her head on my chest.

“Is it okay if I close my eyes and rest here?” she says, wrapping a blanket around her chest.

“Of course, wife. I’m your new personal pillow.”

She chuckles but places a kiss on my chest before her breathing evens out.

With my arms wrapped around her, I drift off until I remember I still need to check on Mrs. Evans.

“What are you up to over there, Mrs. Evans?” I ask, watching her rummage through her bag.

“Oh, I just need to find my needles. I got some yarn and hope to make a scarf or a hat while we fly,” she says, sounding flustered.

“You realize we’re going to the tropics, right, Mrs. Evans?” I ask as I play with Camila’s hair.

“And do you realize winter will be here before we know it? It’s not like I’m planning to move to Colombia, you know?” She raises a brow at me.

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