Page 96 of Till Death Do Us Part

He nodded with a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin.

“Oh,” I said excitedly. “You bought it for the Wanderland workers.”

“Sí.”

I smiled at his expression.

“The system Nicolas had in place, hell, none of the workers would be able to afford their own place. This will provide them with a step away from Wanderland. No one should have to live where they work, especially in those conditions. I’ve revamped the payroll. Working at Wanderland is a job, and if the women want to do it, they should be rightfully compensated. If they save up and want to move somewhere else, they can. This will help them on their way.”

This was more than he usually said, and I loved hearing his pride. I scooted closer and leaned against his strong arm and inhaled his fresh shower scent. “I’m proud of you.”

“I’ve talked Nicolas into renovating Wanderland. The space that used to be where the whores lived is now available for better things.”

“What do the women think about it?”

“Em said they’re nervous and happy.”

“I get that.” I leaned close and kissed Aléjandro’s cheek. “The renovation will help Wanderland. You made Nicolas see that.”

He wrapped his arm around me. “I concentrated on that—improvements to increase business and productivity. Moving the whores out was the obvious answer to our space problem. I’m pretty sure he thinks he came up with the idea.”

“What matters is that those women will have more humane living conditions.”

“And freedom to come and go. In my opinion, they were prisoners. Once Dante opened my eyes, I couldn’t unsee their reality.”

“Will any leave?”

He shrugged. “If they do, they don’t want to be there. Those that stay will be treated better.” He shifted, pulling my softness against his hard muscles. “I know something else that matters.” His tone dropped an octave, and his accent became more pronounced.

It was crazy how only a minute change in his voice could affect me, sending volts of electricity through my body, igniting nerve endings, and twisting my core. “What would that be?”

He leaned closer and pushed me back until my head was on the pillow and he was over me, nose to nose. “I have a problem. My wife makes me hard as a rock, and I can’t always fuck her when I want.”

I giggled. “It seems as if you fuck her often.”

“Never enough. There was this morning when she was still sleeping, tonight at dinner when Silas and Viviana were present, and there’s now.” He dropped his chin to the sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck and peppered my skin with his kisses, licks, and nips.

My insides melted as my flesh covered in goose bumps. “Now would be good,” I panted as his hands began to roam beneath my nightgown.

Aléjandro lifted his face, meeting my gaze. “No.”

“No?”

“Now will not begood. Now will beextraordinary.”

“You seem pretty sure of yourself.”

Sitting up, he reached for the hem of my nightgown and tugged. I wiggled, helping him rid us of the interference. Next to go were my panties, leaving me stark naked and fully exposed. His focus scanned over me, warming my skin. “Mine.”

“Yours.”

Wordlessly, he encouraged me to roll over and climb onto my elbows and knees. There was a time I had mixed feelings about this position. I preferred not seeing my husband’s face while simultaneously fearful of one of Rocco’s favorite punishments.

In my new life, my reasoning was different. I had no objections to my husband’s handsome face, his protruding brow, huge dark eyes, slender nose, high cheekbones, strong lips, and chiseled jaw. I also trusted Aléjandro with access to my ass. We hadn’t gone there yet, and I knew in my heart when it happened, it would be on my terms.

One of the reasons I enjoyed this position with Aléjandro was how incredibly full he made me feel. After teasing my folds and finding me wet and ready, he thrust deep within me, causing my back to arch. Another reason was from this angle, my husband was extra affectionate and attentive. From kisses over my shoulders and back to the way he caressed my breasts, taunted my nipples, and paid special attention to my clit. It was as if his electrifying touch was everywhere at the same time.

While deep within me, he tantalized my breasts, nipped my shoulders, and lavished me with praises. I was beginning to recognize phrases as terms of affection. I hadn’t asked for translations, but there was the tone and timbre of his voice, the timing and accompanying actions.