Page 88 of His to Bedevil

“Well, I do have a license, but I never actually went and took the test to get one. I think I’ve actually gotten behind the wheel of a car a total of three times in my life. And that was only because I had to.”

“So, you don’t know how to drive?” She couldn’t possibly be more adorable than she is at this very moment.

“Not a car.” She giggles, looking sheepish. “I can drive a plane though.” Her cheeks turn bright pink.

I raise my eyebrows. “Yeah?”

She grins and nods, and I couldn’t be more impressed with her. Yet I’m not at all surprised. “Matches taught me.”

“But he didn’t teach you how to drive a car,” I deadpan. She giggles again and shakes her head. “Would you like me to teach you?” I pull her into me with a hand on her lower back.

“I’d love that.” She beams up at me. “But not today.”

“Okay, my love.” I walk her around to the passenger side and open her door for her.

The ride in the convertible was the best idea. The way her face lights up and her brilliant smile that doesn’t waver. Her auburn hair escaping the knot she tied it in at the back of her head, swirling around her angelic features. She looks carefree and happy. I can’t wait to see her in Aspen as she flies down the snow-covered mountain on her snowboard. I’m sure it’s a look much similar to this one. My sparrow flying.

We get back to the estate, and she sags against me as we step inside. “That was just what I needed. Thank you.” She gets up on her tippy-toes and kisses me on my lips. I wish I could throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs to show her just what I need, but I need to get back to work. Her arms snake around my neck, and she presses her body against me as if she’s testing my tolerance. “Since someone kept me up so late last night, I’m a little tired. I’m going to go lie down for a while.”

I groan as I grind the erection in my pants into her stomach. “Don’t tempt me.”

She laughs. “With what? A nap? I didn’t say I was going to go touch myself.”

I growl and grind my hips into her again. “You can’t say shit like that, my love.” My voice is raspy and low.

She gives me a coy smile. “Say what? ‘Touch myself’?” She drawls out the words.

“Irma,” I growl, and bite her neck.

She giggles and begins to squirm in my arms as I start to attack her neck with my teeth. “Alejo! Stop!”

“Never,” I growl.

“Alejo.” We both pause and look in Berto’s direction. He’s standing there like he’s my father waiting to scold me for being out past my curfew.

Groaning, I look back down at Irma. “Duty calls,mi amor.” I give her one last chaste kiss. “Dream of me?” I ask in a low voice.

She smiles. “Always.” She turns to head up the stairs, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her retreating form until she disappears around the corner at the top.

Adjusting myself in my pants, I head back to my office. Letting out a deep sigh, I sit in my chair behind the desk and look at Berto. He’s glaring at me, and I don’t really feel like dealing with his surly ass right now.

“You are so fucking far gone,” he says, shaking his head with a small smirk on his face. “I knew you would fall in love someday. Didn’t exactly think it would be like this, but I’m happy for you.” I don’t say anything as I open my laptop and pretend to be busy. “I wanted to talk to you about Aspen.”

“Meaning you still want to talk me out of it?” I ask without looking at him.

“I still think with the Petrofskis out there, we shouldn’t be going anywhere.”

“We have Marcus and his team completely on top of this. And you, of course. We escaped their last attack.”

“Yeah, but almost a minute too late!” He raises his voice, making my head snap up. “Alejo, you know I’m just looking out for you and the family. Please understand that.”

I don’t berate him for raising his voice at me, since I do know his good intentions. “I do. But I’m also not going to cower inside my own home. If Marcus finds nothing, then we are going. We will take more men with us and the upmost precautions.”

Berto drops it for the time being. I know he won’t let up though. His job is to protect this family, and he does his job well. Like I told Irma, he’s a martinet and a stickler. Taking his duties seriously at all times.

A couple hours later, my beautiful wife comes sauntering into my office. “Oh, good. Berto, you’re here.” She smiles at the stony man sulking in his chair. “I need to know what size you wear. I need to order everyone’s snowsuits for the trip tonight, so we have them in time.”

Berto eyes me, and I eye him back. He knows to make my wife happy and comply. He gives her his size, and then he excuses himself. She replaces him in the chair and crosses her pretty little legs. “What’s with Berto? He seems more uptight than usual.”

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