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I lift a brow. “You’re a Yankees fan?”

Her smile fades, and she looks away. “No. Matches was.” Now that I know he wasn’t her ex-lover, his name doesn’t bother me as much. “When I was seventeen and we were just getting to know each other, he took me to a game and bought me that hat. It was my go-to when I was trying to keep a low profile and became my favorite hat.” She smiles. “It was the only thing that was given to me by someone else. That I can remember.” Her words make me want to buy her presents every single day. One day find her attached to something that was from me.

I take her chin in my fingers and turn her face to look at me. I want to tell her I’m sorry that she lost her friend, but I can’t. If he were anyone else, he would’ve been dead long before that and suffered more than he did. “Is there anything else, my love?” Something tells me she doesn’t have much that she would actually want to keep. She’s moved around a lot after running away, and she doesn’t have good memories from her childhood.

She bites her lips and shakes her head. “No, just my hat. If that’s okay.”

“Of course.” I give her a chaste kiss. “Now, I have a couple of things to talk to you about.”

“And what’s that?” She tries to put a little distance between us, but I don’t let her.

“Two things. One, how would you like to spend the holidays in Aspen?”

Her eyes brighten to emeralds. “Yeah?” she questions with elation.

“Yes. Would you like that?” She bites her bottom lip and nods enthusiastically. “Okay. And the second thing. I have a trip I need to make to Italy soon. I did promise you that I would take you shopping somewhere, and since we’ll be in Italy, we could stop in Milan before coming back home.”

“You’re actually taking me with you this time?”

“I am.” I’m taking her with me on every trip from now on. I can’t go even a day without her anymore. It was painful before, now it’s just impossible.

“Well, I do love Italy.” She grins. She spent some time in Italy when she was there to con some diplomat. She was very vague about the whole story, but she explained that’s how she learned to speak Italian. Or I should say why. “And I haven’t been shopping in Milan.” She grins again, and I just can’t help myself.

My hand slips underneath her shirt to caress her creamy skin just above her hip, and my other hand cups the back of her head to pull her mouth to mine. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside of her. I need to have her sprawled out on top of my desk with her limbs wrapped around me as if she can’t get close enough. I used to have a favorite position. It was a beautiful woman on her hands and knees while I would pound into her from behind. Now, it’s my wife on her back while I hover over her. Her arms around my neck or her hands fisting my hair. Her legs looped around my waist or tangled with my legs. Where I can see every single expression on her face. Every bounce of her breasts. Her entire body quivering underneath mine.

Our kiss turns into ravaging each other, her hips rolling and my balls ready to explode. Propping her on my desk, I tear at her clothes, needing to see every inch of her skin. Her fair skin against my bronzed. Once I have her completely naked, I step back and just stare at her. “So beautiful,mi amor. So perfect.”

Irma

Alejo and I are polar opposites when it comes to mornings. He wakes up with his internal clock before the sun is up most mornings. Me? I wake up when I feel like it. Usually not before nine a.m. And when I do wake up, it takes me a while to actuallywakeup. I’m a little grumpy and need a shower or coffee to even think about starting the day.

Lately, Alejo wakes me up by either going down on me, fucking me, or bringing me a cup of coffee. This morning he did all three. In that order. The sun hasn’t come up yet, but he informs me that Juanita will be up here soon with a light breakfast and one of the guys will grab our bags. Our bags that Juanita packed for us. Not something I’m used to, but I don’t mind, because I actually hate packing. So, it was nice to have someone else do it for me. I guess being Alejo’s prisoner isn’t too terrible with all the amazing orgasms and catering.

Alejo and I hop in the shower together then quickly get ready. He tells me to dress comfortably because it’s about a ten-hour flight. It’s a cool morning, so I throw on some leggings, a T-shirt, and a hoodie. Alejo is dressed in joggers, a T-shirt, and a light jacket on top. His hair is a bit disheveled, and I smile as I reach up and run my fingers through his damp locks. He is drop-dead handsome in his suits, but something is so sexy about him when he’s dressed down. I think it’s his more relaxed demeanor.

He smiles down at me and places his hands on my hips. “Ready,mi amor?” I nod, and he leads us out of our room.

Berto and some men are waiting for us downstairs, and right away, Berto approaches us. “I still don’t like this, Alejo. It seems odd that he wants to see you for something like this.”

“Stephan has been a longtime friend of the family. What are you so worried about?” Alejo responds with a little amusement in his tone.

We head for the doors with practically a whole team with us. Berto was asked to hang back to continue to handle business here. “It just doesn’t feel right,” Berto adds, and I can literally see his paranoia.

Alejo stops and turns to him. “If you’re so worried, then put Marcus and his team on it. Have them see if they can find anything suspicious.”

“I already did. And they will continue to do so until you are safely back here.”

“Then we’ll find out if there is anything.” Alejo claps Berto on the back then leads us outside to the waiting SUV. “Oh.” He pauses and twists back to see Berto hovering at the entrance. “Give Elijah a call. If there is anything to know, he would be the first to catch wind of it.”

Once we get inside the vehicle and take off, I ask him my question. “What is Berto so worried about?”

Alejo tucks me under his arm and pulls me into his side. “Nothing,mi amor.” He kisses the top of my head. “Just Berto being Berto.”

I may not have been around very long, but I’ve never seen Berto paranoid like this. He’s the definition of a martinet, and I can definitely see why Alejo and his family all trust him with their lives, so him seeming so unsettled about our trip doesn’t give me a good feeling. But Alejo seems so relaxed, so I guess I should feel safe. Snuggling into his side with my arms wrapped around his waist, I close my eyes and fall asleep. The intoxicating smell of him and the warmth radiating from his body makes a great place to relax against.

When I wake up, we’re just pulling up to the private airstrip, and the sun is now up high in the sky. I sit up and stretch my arms above my head, yawning. Looking over at Alejo, I find him watching me with a look of delight in his copper eyes. He doesn’t say anything, though, as he takes my hand when our door opens.

He pulls me out, keeping hold of my hand, and I’m getting really excited about this trip. Feeling jovial and carefree, I hug Alejo’s arm and squeeze it. “Thanks for taking me with you.”

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