Page 96 of To Have and To Hold

Lola shook her head. “It was family.”

“On Sunday, you’ll be a guest.”

Pink filled her cheeks. “Gracias, Emiliano.” She opened the top drawer of the dresser and removed a pair of my sister’s panties and a bra.

“Whoa.” I lifted my hands and turned.

“Señor Emiliano, you are a husband. Husbands know about things like their wives’ underclothes.”

“But those aren’t Isabella’s. They’re Camila’s.”

Lola nodded her chin. “Once you give them to Señora Isabella, they’ll be hers.”

I inhaled. “You’re right, Lola, as usual.”

Opening Camila’s closet, she came out with a soft long robe and slippers. She also had a sundress and sandals.

“I’ve never seen her wear a dress.” And then I remembered. “Oh, she did have a dress on at the birthday party.”

“You take these to her, so she’ll find them when she wakes. Once she comes downstairs, I’ll offer her anything else she would like from Camila’s things. If your sister wanted these things, they would be in Missouri.”

“Thank you, Lola.”

I took the items and headed across the hallway. Turning the doorknob, I opened the door quietly. To my surprise, the bed was empty. Laying the clothes on the bed, I looked out on the balcony. It was also empty. That was when I heard the water from the shower running.

The bathroom door was closed.

A flimsy doorhandle lock wouldn’t keep me out. Then again, if she wanted privacy, kicking in the bathroom door wasn’t a wise move. I debated before trying to turn the knob. To my relief, it turned. I pushed the door inward.

Steam floated out of the glass enclosure. Through the foggy panes, I stared at the sexy silhouette of my wife. Isabella was stunning—a goddess. She tipped her face up to the spray allowing it to saturate her long golden hair. I reached for the glass door and opened it a little.

Isabella startled, jumped, and covered her breasts.

“Too late,” I said with a grin. “I’ve already seen them, licked them, sucked them, and even bitten them.”

She shook her head. “You scared me. I thought you were gone.”

My gaze scanned from her painted toenails, up her shapely legs, to the V between her legs, covered by a small patch of golden curls, up the hollows of her stomach, and the roundness of her breasts. By the time I was looking into her milk-chocolate gaze, my cock had doubled in size. “It’s taking all of my fucking willpower for me to not step into this shower and run my soapy hands over every inch of that gorgeous body.”

Isabella ran liquid soap over a loofah and wiped it over her breasts. “Like this.”

“Fuck.”

I kicked off my boots and threw my wallet, keys, and phone on the vanity.

Isabella giggled as I stepped under the spray wearing the rest of my clothes. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.” I put out my hand. “Give me that loofah.”

“Don’t you need to go to work?”

The water soaked my hair, plastered my t-shirt to my chest and added another ten pounds to my jeans. I pressed my lips together and shook my head. “Be a good girl and give me the loofah, and tonight, I’ll let you come again, with my mouth.”

“You’ll let me?”

I nodded.

With suspicious eyes, she handed me the loofah.

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