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I nodded in agreement. “After Marcello got shot, I was jealous. I didn’t want to share you with him. I didn’t realize you were so close. I was afraid I’d lost you to my brother, of all people. But now I see it. You love Marcello like a friend.”

“Exactly.” She glided her teeth across her lip. “Marcello is the light to your dark. I need both halves in my life. You each balance me out. When you couldn’t reach me, Marcello was there. He helped me through my nightmares and flashbacks. Aiden would have filled that role if he hadn’t disappeared. And so Marcello became my person.”

I grabbed her ass and squeezed. “I want to be your person.”

“You are my person.” She squealed when I rubbed her pussy against my hard cock. “I can have more than one.”

I pried her lips apart with my tongue. She tasted like oranges and mint, good enough to eat. Her sweet perfume floated into my nostrils, masking her usual scent of acrylic paint.

My beautiful artist consumed me and completed me in every single way. I hadn’t planned to have children so soon, but nothing with us had ever gone according to plan. After the dust settled, we would have time to enjoy each other without the threat of my enemies.

“I’ll talk to the doctor about arranging a paternity test.”

She sighed. “Promise nothing will change between us if the baby is Marcello’s.”

“There’s a slim chance. It was one time.”

I pushed her back to the mattress and climbed on top of her. Pinning her arms above her head, I kissed her soft lips as my hands roamed over every part of her body. With each kiss I placed on her delicate skin, she moaned my name, begging for more.

Alex lay back, her thighs spread for me, her hair wild and fanned out across the bed. She looked up at me, panting, her lips parted and slick with my saliva.

Rolling her tongue across her lips, she grabbed my tie. “You’ve been working all day. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, baby.”

“I think we should have the wedding ceremony on Thursday to throw off The Carver.”

I considered her brilliant idea.

Why didn’t I think of that?

“That could work.” I grazed her cheek with my fingers. “But is this what you want?”

“We’ve waited too long to have this lunatic ruin our wedding day.”

I nodded. “Just family and close friends at the ceremony.”

“That’s perfect. I prefer something more intimate, anyway.”

I sat up and straightened my tie. “We’ll continue this later. I have a new wedding to arrange.”

She tugged on my tie and groaned. “Luca, I’m so horny right now. Don’t go… Not yet. I need more time with you.”

I grabbed her shoulder and pushed her onto the mattress. She smiled up at me as I shoved her skirt up to her thighs, revealing her lacy panties.

“Spread your legs wider, my queen.” She shivered as I slid my hand up her inner thigh. “I can make you come in the next five minutes.”

The following night,I found Alex in my mother’s studio. As usual, she sat on the floor and dipped her brush into a golden paint. It was like she was allergic to painting in a chair. Most of the time, she lifted the canvas off the easel and laid it on a tarp.

Alex looked up from the canvas when I stopped in front of her. “Is something wrong?”

I shook my head. “Can’t a man stare at his wife without something wrong?”

She twirled a paintbrush between her fingers and chuckled. “I thought you were finalizing the new wedding plans.”

I dropped to the floor beside her on one knee. “All done.” I extended my hand. “There’s something I want to show you.”

She wet her lips with her tongue, a seductive look in her eyes. “Yeah, that’s what you said last night.”

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