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“Yes,mondo mia.”

“I love you.”

Something rumbles inside his chest as his arms tighten, “And you own my heart,amore mia,I am in love with you.”

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Can you still feel me between your thighs, wife?

The text comes through as I’m pouring coffee, my phone vibrating against the counter. My cheeks heat at the words.

Yes.

I pluck up the coffee and head to the gardens. Lincoln was at daycare and Gabriel had to leave early this morning with Enzo. I, of course, was not alone. He made sure there were two men left behind to protect me. I take a seat on the patio, the gentle sea breeze teasing my hair.

It had been a long night. A long, dirty, sweaty night. And I ached in the most delicious way. A soreness that reminded me how Gabriel treated me last night, bringing me to orgasm several times with his hands, and his tongue and his cock as well as the toys he’d brought out.

I’d told him I loved him.

I’d never loved anyone before, but I knew it for what it was. My heart beats for him. He had consumed me, devoured me whole and he could keep me.

I never doubted the words when he spoke them back.

He showed me in more ways that words would ever be able to speak.

I sigh contentedly, sipping my coffee.

I’m imagining you coming all over my cock, Amelia. I can’t stop thinking about it.

I grin,Well, you best learn to focus, your men might believe you’re going soft.

I’m certainly not soft right now, wife, not when I have your pussy occupying my thoughts.

I shake my head and decide not to respond. I didn’t want to distract him from whatever had happened that had Asher calling him out at the crack of dawn this morning. He needed to come home to me and if he was distracted by my texts, I’d never live with myself.

My phone stays silent for all of ten minutes before another text comes in.

You best have a decent excuse as to why you are not responding to me.

You’re busy,I type back.

I’m never too busy for you, Amelia.

He had a way of completely melting me with his words, even over text message.

When will you be home?

Soon. Promise. Get warmed up for me.

Again?I shake my head.

All night.

Behind me something bangs inside the house.

Clutching my phone, I climb up and head inside, “Hello?” I call, “Is everything okay?”

There’s a grunt and slight moan that comes from the kitchen. Had someone hurt themselves?

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