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“Maybe we should cut dinner short.”

The breathlessness in her voice yanks me to the edge of my control.

“Why are you in such a rush?”

“Because I want you.”

“I want you, too.” I tilt my head back so I can smile down at her. “I intend to enjoy every inch of your body tonight.” Her lips part as her eyes flash with lust. “And the pleasure will be even more incredible with the heightened anticipation.”

“You’re not playing fair.”

“I don’t play fair. I play to win.”

If seducing my wife helps convince her to stay, I’ll use every tool at my disposal.

The waitress brings us a plate of spanakopita, flaky phyllo pastry filled with cheese and spinach and served with a homemade tzatziki sauce. As Alessandra takes a bite, I brush my leg against hers under the table. Her eyes flare even as she glares at me. My amusement is short-lived when she returns the gesture, leaning over to point something out on the sea as she places her hand on my thigh, just short of my groin.

The rest of dinner continues in the same manner. Teasing touches over grape leaves stuffed with rice, herbs and beef. The brush of a kiss on the cheek as the waitress brings out a steaming pan of sautéed Greek prawns. Seductive whispers as we finish our meal with honey-drizzled baklava.

By the time we leave, I’m so hard it hurts. I started this, but she’s met me at every step, driving me into a sexual frenzy until all I can see, think, feel, is her.

As soon as we step inside the villa, I close the door and press her against the wall. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head just before I slant my lips across hers. I taste honey and desire, heat and passion, as my tongue slips inside her mouth. She moves her hips against me as she groans.

“Michail, please…”

I scoop her up into my arms, startling a laugh from her.

“I’m too heavy.”

I kiss her again. “I’m not letting you go.”

When we reach my room, I wait for her protest. When she doesn’t say anything, I carry her inside.

I set her on her feet. Step away and strip my clothes off. The cool air is a balm for my heated skin. Her eyes rake over me from head to toe, her breathing harsh as she stares at me.

Then, slowly, she pulls her dress over her head. God, she’s beautiful. Still the same long, lithe limbs, the curve of her waist. But the sight of her, stomach rounded with our child, is so sexy I have to clench my fists so I don’t reach out and give in tothe desire to rip the midnight blue lace she’s wearing from her body. Slowly, so slowly it just might kill me, she slips the bra off. Her breasts are full, her nipples a dusky rose and pebbled, just begging for my mouth. A couple tugs and the panties pool at her feet.

I drink in the sight of her. Imprint this moment in my memory.

And then I take her.

Alessandra

Michail crosses the room in a matter of seconds and pulls me into his arms. I sigh as our naked bodies press together, the hair on his chest a gentle scrape against my breasts. His fingers tangle in my hair as he tilts my head back and kisses me with a firm tenderness that makes my blood sing.

He tugs me over to the bed. Cool air drifts in, carrying the scents of the sea and the bougainvillea climbing up a trellis on the balcony. I shiver.

“I’ll warm you up.”

Michail’s promise sinks into me, warms me as my muscles tighten in anticipation. But this time, when he tries to gently push me back onto the bed, I turn and plant my hands against his firm chest.

“My turn.”

With a quick push he falls back onto the bed. His husky laugh turns to a groan as I kneel between his legs.

“Alessandra…”

I wrap my hand around him, kiss the heated skin. “Please. I want to touch you.”