“Then make love to me, Avery. I need you,” she murmurs, her voice nearly breathless. And that is my fucking undoing. What man could say no to his wife—especially when she asks like that? Careful not to jostle her injured ankle, I lift her from the couch and relocate us to our bedroom. Then, I lay Valentina down, strip off her clothes, and drink in her beauty. “You planning on joining me?” she jokes. Grinning, I tug off my shirt and lose my jeans and boxers. Then, I position myself on top of Valentina, dip my mouth to hers, and kiss her. I touch and tease and taste, reveling in every second.
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