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“In the hospital, right after you woke up,” I remind her.

She grins. “I remember what we said. We love each other, we’re going to work through things together, and we’re going to be married for always.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I ask, staring into her eyes to see the truth.

Sincerity shines back at me. “More than anything.”

Relief floods through my veins. The fear of almost losing her—twice—clung to me like a film in Detroit. “Good.” I drop my mouth to hers.

She kisses me passionately, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me closer.

My palm grips her side. “Lena, your ankle.”

“It’s a sprain!” she laughs. “Did a sprained ankle ever stop you from having sex?”

I snort and shake my head. “No.”

“Then make love to me, Avery. I need you,” she murmurs, her voice nearly breathless.

And that is my fucking undoing. What man could say no to his wife—especially when she asks like that?

Careful not to jostle her injured ankle, I lift her from the couch and relocate us to our bedroom.

Then, I lay Valentina down, strip off her clothes, and drink in her beauty.

“You planning on joining me?” she jokes.

Grinning, I tug off my shirt and lose my jeans and boxers. Then, I position myself on top of Valentina, dip my mouth to hers, and kiss her.

I touch and tease and taste, reveling in every second.

It’s sensual and heady. We take our time, our hands tracking, our lips savoring.

She wraps her hand around my cock and sighs in contentment as I pull one pert nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue over the bud.

“God, I missed you,” she sighs.

“Need you, Lena,” I reply, moving my fingers to cup her sex.

“Take me, Avery,” she begs as I drag my fingers through her wetness.

I spend a few beats playing with her, getting her ready for me. Then, I position myself at her entrance, rock into her slowly, and take my wife all the way home.

Because that’s what we are. Each other’s homes.

Chapter28

Valentina

While my daysare long with my being stuck on the couch, watching television, and reading books, my nights pass quickly.

I spend each night that Avery isn’t traveling wrapped up in him, lost in our cocoon.

Dr. Mendoza was extremely understanding and gave me time off to recuperate. Still, luck was on my side, as my notes from the start of the trip were recovered and legible. I put together as much information as I could and sent it into the department last week, days before the deadline.

Since then, there hasn’t been much for me to do but cheer on my husband and his teammates as they prepare for the Super Bowl.

I flew to Tampa for the big game with Arlene, Joe, and Raia. Joe made sure to rent an SUV with extra leg room to accommodate my crutches, and Avery snagged me a comfortable seat in the box.

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