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“I would love to fuck my wife now,” I say, moving my lips to her ear. She gasps a little, it makes me chuckle. “I’m going to slide so deep inside you, Bella. You’ll feel me for days when you walk.”

I push forward, the tip of my dick nudging her entrance. Her body gives way easily, the preparations of the previous hours coming to a head in the moment. What I can only describe as sheer pleasure takes hold as we become one. Her pussy wraps around me, my cock hardening to breaking point within seconds.

“I’m glad I lost control earlier,” I tell her, and her eyes which were closed pop open. “Because if I hadn’t already shot my load this evening, I’d be one hell of a disappointment.” She sniggers, and so do I, then my hips start to move as I finally get to have the woman who is mine. It’s been a long fucking wait, but if today is anything to go by, it’s been bloody worth it.

The next morning, we wake tangled around each other, hot sweaty bodies still unable to let go. Isabella dozes on my chest, but the change in her breathing tells me she is stirring. I reach for my phone on the side table, messaging my house staff to arrange breakfast in our room.

Isabella’s eyes blink open. She looks up at me, all black curls and white sheets. She looks like a Greek goddess laying waiting to be served.

“Morning,” she says, genuine happiness on her face.

“Morning, wife,” I tease and she grins. “How was last night for you?”

“Damn near perfect.”

“Damn near perfect?” I question, and she laughs, but before I can push for more information, the bedroom door swings open. Kasia appears armed with a tray laden with breakfast. She walks straight out to the balcony in my room.

“It’s a lovely morning,” she sings, looking completely unperturbed at finding us naked in bed. “I’ll set your breakfast outside. It’s warm enough if you wrap up.”

Isabella and I watch her pull open the doors and place everything on the table. She switches on the heater beside it, then disappears as quickly as she arrived. I get up and move over to the wardrobes, taking out two warm robes. Isabella follows behind me, and I wrap one around her. She looks warily at our meal.

“It’s December,” she mutters. “It will be freezing.”

But as she follows me outside, the unusual warmth hits our skin. I look over the garden, and everything is silent. There is only us and the fresh air.

“It is a spectacular day,” I muse.

“It is,” she replies, taking her seat. “I can’t believe we can sit outside in December.”

“And I can’t believe I’ve woken with my wife in my bed.” She looks up at me from under long lashes. “It really is the most spectacular day for a new beginning.”

Chapter twenty

The Level Boardroom

December 2023

Hunter

Damon and I sit around the boardroom table waiting for the others to reward us with their presence. I look at my watch again, infuriated at being kept waiting by the men whose wages I pay.

“Where the fuck are they?” I mutter. Damon takes his nose out of his phone for a few seconds, glances at me, smirks, and then returns to whatever he is doing. “Any idea what this shit is about?”

“Work,” he says, blandly. He rolls his eyes as if I’m fucking stupid for asking.

Since my friends have started marrying off and spawning children, all of our time spent here is for work. In years gone by, we came here to collaborate and party. Wednesday nights were boy’s nights, but now that feels like a time long gone. Life’s changing for us all. “Somewhere else you’d rather be?” The smirk which disappeared moments before returns then morphs into a full grin.

“I promised Bella…”

“Promised Bella what?” Russell asks as he catches the end of the conversation as he arrives. “Your eternal loyalty? Your ass? Your worship forever more?” His voice booms, echoing off the slick walls and windows. Harrison and Connor walk in behind him, not a smile between them. An uneasiness squeezes my chest when they don’t join in with Russell’s jibes. Usually, one person starting the piss-take results in them all joining in.

“To go out for the afternoon,” I say, completely distracted by the other men’s expressions.

“Where?” Russell continues, probing for more information he can tease me with.

“Christmas shopping.” This makes him bellow with laughter. I can almost see him imagining the scene in front of his eyes—Hunter Devane domesticated. The idea isn’t repulsive at all. Perhaps being a husband and father who does normal things could be refreshing. I was keen enough to jump at the chance to accompany Isabella on her mission to find the perfect presents for her family.

“You? Shopping? Like in fucking public?” He wipes at his eyes as tears begin to fall. “Hunter Devane has been collared, boys. He’s dead meat.”

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