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Alessa and Adriano

ALESSA

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay just in case they don’t stay in bed?” Alessa asked.

Adriano chuckled as he pulled the darker curtains closed around their two kids. The girls had already been put to bed, and had been sleeping for a good half an hour, but that didn’t matter. As much as she wanted to go out and have fun with the girls, she also wanted to stay right here with Adriano and her girls.

Mom guilt was a bitch.

Funny how that worked.

“Lissa,” Adriano said, crossing the room to where she was sitting on the couch, “it’s fine, babe.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Go have fun with the girls, and enjoy the last night here. Okay?”

Alessa sighed, and smiled up at her husband. “Love you, huh?”

Adriano grinned, but the sight wasn’t anything new. He’d been smiling like that ever since he got his business out of the way on their vacation. Once he knew his deal had gone through and without a hitch, the man eased into this vacation like he had never had any worries to begin with.

She didn’t really have to wonder why, though. This was a big thing for Adriano, and he’d once again proved that just because he was younger than a lot of the men he worked with, he could still get his job done, and do it well. She wished he didn’t feel the need to prove himself as much as he did, but she was happy to support him no matter what he chose to do.

She was his wife.

What else could she do?

Besides, happiness was a good look on him, really.

“Come here,” she whispered.

Adriano leaned down, and rested his hands on either side of her thighs. Those fingers of his pressed into the bare flesh of her thighs where her skirt had ridden up just enough. Maybe it was all the hormones, or the changes they caused, but his touch was enough to send flames licking along all of her nerves.

Alessa reached up to cup his jaw, and drag him close enough that she could actually kiss him. She loved the way Adriano’s lips worked against hers—soft at first, teasing and tasting. And then rougher the moment she parted her lips to let him deepen the kiss. His tongue darted in to find hers, and the world shifted.

Things became a little more beautiful.

She had no control with this man.

None whatsoever.

A single kiss from him had her yanking him closer until she was able to get him down on the couch, too. Climbing onto his lap, she was quick to yank her dress higher before working at his pants. If she wasn’t so interested in getting one thing from her husband in that moment, she might have found it amusing how he didn’t even care that their simple kiss had turned into something far hotter for no particular reason.

Well, no reason that he knew.

For now …

“Jesus Christ.”

Adriano grunted when Alessa finally got his cock free. In her hands, he was smooth and hard. His cock pulsed with every stroke of her fingers down his shaft. She knew just when to squeeze to really get him making all those husky, sexy sounds she loved, but right then, she didn’t have the patience for any of that. She wanted one thing, and that was to get this man inside her.

He was all too happy to move her panties aside, his knuckles grazing her already-wet sex as she lifted above him. In the next breath, she was lowering on him, getting what she wanted the most, and nothing had ever felt better. There was something about the way he felt filling her up, and stretching her out that drove Alessa crazy.

It got better every fucking time.

“Oh, my God,” she breathed.