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TERESA AND ALFONSO decided to go out to eat and celebrate their union. This last month of wedded bliss had been exceptionally pleasant, and they seemed to be adjusting well to their new way of life. Most nights he came home late and slept in one of the guest rooms as to not wake her.
In return for her not questioning where he had been or asking if he had a mistress, he allowed her to go shopping wherever she pleased. She had been to New York, Los Angeles, and San Francisco already and spent tens of thousands of dollars. She had the closet that she’d always dreamed of and more shoes than she would ever be able to wear. Still, that didn’t stop her from shopping and spending her husband’s money.
For dinner tonight he took her out to one of the more elegant restaurants here. She wanted him to fly her to Paris, but he was too busy to leave the state, much less the country. He spent most of his time talking to his second in command about the new Families moving in. She wasn’t worried and had complete faith in his capabilities. She had witnessed his temper, though, and would hate to be one of his enemies. The other night during a meeting, she stepped into the kitchen and one of his bodyguards looked at her with lustful eyes. Alfonso took out his gun and pistol whipped him in an instant. The young man hadn’t been seen since and no one dared to speak his name. Alfonso may not love her, but he had a jealous streak when it came to someone wanting what he owned. If he became that jealous over someone or something that he didn’t care about, she could just imagine what he would do if someone tried to take something he did love.
By the time they returned home, it was storming outside. They were drenched when they made it inside. Alfonso went to light a fire in the fireplace and she walked into the study to pour them a drink. She poured a Maker’s Mark on the rocks for him and a glass of Chardonnay for her. When she walked into the living room, the sight of her husband took her breath away. There was something incredibly sexy about a man stoking a fire. She walked over to him and handed him his drink.
She heard the fire crackling in the fireplace and the rain hitting the window outside. Lightning streaked across the night sky and thunder shook the old house. She jumped at the sudden noise. When he pulled her into his arms, it was her undoing. She saw the hunger in his eyes when he looked down at her.
His hand slid up her rib cage in a tantalizing touch that was only his. He whispered in her ear, “You already want me don’t you?”
She smirked at him, “And why do you think that?”
“I can feel you tremble in my arms.”
She let out a soft laugh, “You are mighty full of yourself tonight aren’t you?”
In one fluid movement, he lifted her up and carried her off to the bedroom. The rain continued to pelt against the French doors in the bedroom as thunder rumbled through the house, and the lightning outside created a soft glow in the room; the weather outside matched her mood, tempestuous. She reached up and stroked his hard jaw. The feeling of her hand on his face broke all the restraint he had. He brought his mouth to her neck and sent electric kisses down her body. His free hand made short work of slipping her out of her dress.
She reveled in the fact that he was the most skilled and masterful lover she had ever had. He knew all the right places to touch her and always had her begging for more. She allowed him to have full control of her body.
He rubbed the length of his body up and over her while gently nipping at her body. She felt completely helpless to his will as desire rushed through her body. He loved having her under his control, having her surrender to him. His very touch made her want him. She could only imagine how many lovers it took to develop this amount of expertise.
She felt his hot breath along her already heated skin. She let out a soft moan as he kissed her once more. Her skin sizzled from his lips.
He gave her a wicked smile, “I love to touch you. Your skin is so soft.” His hands continued to torment her body as they ran up and down her legs. She could see the passion he felt for her in his eyes.