I growled again. “Fuck off. And abso-fucking-lutely not. This is my wife you’re talking about. Show some respect, tonto.”
Alessio grinned, saluted, then cut the feed.
And I looked into Sophie’s grinning face. “If I’m game?”
I sighed.
“For old times’ sake?”
I hung my head.
“What haven’t you told me, husband?”
I slipped out, leaned down between her spread legs, kissed her belly, between her breasts, then her sweet lips, then grinned at her. “So, so much, wife.”
And then I moved back, untied her legs, and carried her into the en-suite bathroom and into the shower. Happier than I’d ever been.
I couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Couldn’t wait to make her mine.
Forever.
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