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Growling into my mouth, he threads his fingers through my hair and cups the back of my head. My hips start to move on their own, and I feel him hardening behind me. It’s the first time ever that I’m initiating sex with him. “Good morning,mi amor.” His voice is all gravelly from just waking up.

Reaching behind me, I grab his hard length and angle it up toward me. Sitting back down, I glide it back and forth between my slick folds. “You better tell me if this hurts you,” I rasp against his lips.

“Never,” he growls again, and kisses me.

I’m holding myself up on either side of his chest instead of on his chest so that I’m not pushing down against his wounds. “Stubborn man,” I mutter, and roll my hips so that I feel the head of his cock poking at my entrance.

I sink down on him a little then sit up. My head falls back, and I grab my heavy breasts as I slowly impale myself. My mouth falls open on a silent gasp once I’m fully seated, and my breath is stolen from my lungs.

I begin moving up and down on him at an unhurried pace. I’m too caught up in the sensation to rush it. Tilting my head back down, I watch him through two tiny slits. I almost falter when I see the look on his face. The way he’s looking at me, his eyes heavily hooded and his lips slightly parted, he’s never looked so lost in pleasure before. His jaw is usually as hard as granite, and his eyes are usually heated on mine. But this look is so different, almost as if he’s looking at me in complete awe.

He uses his brutally tight grip on my hips to abruptly pull himself up into a seated position and dives for my mouth, lips first. One hand leaves my hip as he threads his fingers through my hair and pulls it so that my head is tilted back and he can kiss me deeper. With his other hand still crushing my hip, he uses it to make me move faster. Spearing myself at a heavier pace.

“Mi amor, mi esposa,” he whispers into my mouth, and I can’t help but wonder,Do you love me, Alejo?If a kiss could talk, I swear it would say those words.

Alejandro

It’s been five weeks since the attack from the Russians. Not just any Russians, the Petrofskis. Sergio and Ivanka are in hiding, and the rest of the Russians in our circle are siding with me. The attack on me was uncalled for and petty, making him untrustworthy and impetuous to all who are respected.

“You know what I’ve been wondering? How did Berto find out about the attack?” Irma asks as she sits on top of my desk beside me, swinging her beautiful legs. Being a complete distraction.

“A friend of mine in Italy, Elijah Lombardi. Berto gave him a call, and he was able to find out that Stephan was blackmailed into working with the Petrofskis.”

She screws her pretty lips to the side as if in deep thought. “I’ve heard that name before.”

“If you lived in Italy, then I’m sure you have.”

“And what are you going to do about Sergio and Ivanka?”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “What do you think I’m going to do to them?”

“Obviously kill them.” She rolls her eyes, saying those words so easily. She fits so perfectly in my world. And so perfectly into my life. “I mean, like, how? What’s the plan?”

“Marcus is working on tracking them down still. Sergio’s got his own IT guys covering his tracks, so it won’t be easy.” The mention of IT guys makes her look away, most likely reminded of her old friend. “Hey.” I swivel in my chair toward her and place my hands on her thighs. My hands pretty much cover them, she’s so tiny. She looks back at me, and I instantly get lost in her green eyes. “Wanna get out of here for a little while?”

She knits her eyebrows together. “Don’t you still have a shitload of work you’re trying to catch up on? Especially because we’ll be going away in just a week?”

At first, I canceled the trip to Aspen. Until I hunt down Sergio and Ivanka, I’m not letting Irma step one foot off of the estate. But she begged and pleaded, and when that didn’t work, she seduced me. The vixen.

“I can take a small break. I thought we could take a drive in the convertible.”

She gives me a brilliant smile, and I’m so proud of myself for putting it there. “Where will we go? Do I need to change?” She’s wearing black skinny jeans that go high up on her waist and a tight long-sleeve top with black-and-white pinstripes that shows off her toned midriff.

“We’re just going to take a drive on the back roads. But since we’ll ride with the top down, maybe grab a sweater and some shoes.” We won’t be venturing very far from the estate for some time. Aside from the short trip to Aspen.

She swings her legs up then hops down from my desk. With a huge grin on her face, she leans down and kisses me on the cheek then presses her lips against my ear. “I love you,” she purrs, then scampers away before I can snatch her up and bend her over my desk. She knows exactly what those words do to me.

I finish wrapping up whatever I need to and go to wait for Irma at the bottom of the steps. She rounds the corner at the top and comes bounding down them, still grinning. She is such a beautiful little thing with luscious little curves in all the right places. She’s the sexiest woman in the tiniest package, and she’s all mine. I know she needs this just as much as I do. We’re both going a little stir crazy being trapped on the estate. Now, I’m getting a little taste of my own medicine feeling like a prisoner here.

When she hits the ground, she laces her fingers with mine and hugs my arm as we head for the garage. I’ll never get tired of her affection. I craved it for so long, and now that I have it, I can’t get enough of it. She had never initiated any kind of physical touch until after she said those three amazing words to me.

When we reach the Eldorado, I stop at the driver’s side and hold out the keys to her. She looks up at me and frowns. “What?”

“Would you like to drive?”

She chews her bottom lip like she does when she’s unsure or trying to hold something back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Are you bad driver or something?” The woman can do pretty much everything, I can’t imagine her not being good at driving a car.

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