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“Always,” I proclaim. “It’s always us.”

“Promise?”

“I promise with all my heart. The one that beats solely for you.”

EPILOGUE

ADRIAN

“Wipe that look off your face,”Elena chides, nudging me with her elbow. “You’re going to scare her right out of the house.”

It took my wife over a year, but she finally got what she wanted.

Celine.

Working back in her bakery because the bakers I hired didn’t do whatever it is that Elena wanted right.

Or they weren’t blondes named Celine.

“Don’t push your luck,piccola diavola,” I quip back with folded arms. “I’m going to be watching her night and day like a hawk.”

“Adrian, she’s not an enemy.” I glance over at Elena, who has a look of anxiety blanketed over her face, and I know this is stressing her out. I don’t like her friend and she’s here, in our house, where I can do whatever I want at any given moment.

However, I haven’t forgotten what her so-called friend did.

And the only reason why she’s here is because it’s my wife’s birthday and she’s been begging for Celine to come back.

“I’m not a fan of this.”

Elena nods and grabs my bicep. “I know. But I promise everything will work out.”

“How are you gonna make this up to me?”

She rolls her blue eyes, and it’s a thing for us now. When there’s something we concede on that we’re not totally happy about, the other has to do something to make it slightly better. And it always involves us naked and somewhere in the house with my cock deep inside her.

“I have a special outfit picked out for you tonight.”

My eyes roam down her body. She’s donning a midnight blue dress that hugs every single one of her curves and I thought it was torture enough keeping my hands off her all night with some of the people she invited.

“It’s your birthday,” I remind. “Why would I get something special?”

Her red-painted lips heave before she bites down on the lower one, making my cock twitch in my dress pants. “Because I like how you fuck me in outfits that drive your imagination wild.”

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her to my chest and try to keep my palms off her ass. Her dad is literally yards away and if he opens his mouth about me not groping his daughter, I’m going to lose my shit. He’s gone to rehab, got out, and Elena and he have a decent relationship. It’s not totally repaired, but our daughter, Odessa, still gets to see him.

“Can we call it a night?” Elena asks, shoving one of her hands in the pockets of my slacks. “Odessa gets up early.”

Ass crack of dawn.

“It’s eight,piccola diavola.”

“Are you really going to make me beg, husband? I never thought I’d see the day when I had to ask you to fuck me.”

“You know I love when you ask me to fuck you. Especially the other day in my office when you bent over and?—”

“Indoor voice, Adrian.” Elena chuckles before one of her fingertips grazes the tip of my cock through the fabric. “But if you got rid of everybody, we could be as loud as we wanted to be.”

“And what do you suggest I tell them? They all came for you.”

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