She passed by pictures of Rodrigo’s grandparents and old family photographs of the elderly couple with their sons. She recognized Tony Bennington immediately. He was standing next to a younger man—his brother, Alex, she assumed. There was a photo of a younger-looking Tiana and Tony Bennington with A
She spotted a shelf with children’s books for Roy’s kids, she assumed. She ran her fingers over the brightly colored spines. “You have so many children’s books, but no fairy tales.”“No.” “Every book rack ought to have fairy tales.” “Of course, you’d say that. You are a big believer in romances a
She returned to the centre of the room, looking up at the sky through the glass roof. Finally, she looked at Rodrigo, who was watching her in that deeply intense way of his that always caused her pulse to escalate. “This is amazing,” she said. “Thank you for sharing this place with me.” “I thought
“Then why have you chosen to be with me rather than any of them?” She pointed to the door. “The women outside are not only beautiful, they are older, wiser, and richer. Then why am I…” He planted his mouth on her, silencing her. “Stop talking.” “But…” “None of those women are you. You are beautif
When she opened her eyes, Rodrigo was leaning over her, watching her. “Fuck. The sight of you like this is never going to get old!” He cradled her face in his palms. “Jade, if you want me to stop, then you need to say the words now. Else I’m going to take you right here, right now.” She dragged hi
She pulled his face down and kissed his cheek. “Move. I’m fine now.” He began to move, slowly, gently, at first. But she wanted him wild and uninhibited. “More… I need more,” she said, scraping her nails down his back. “Don’t hold back, please.” His thrusts became wilder then, faster. More franti
Rodrigo galloped faster and faster on his horse. He was riding a sprightly mare named Hera. She was stark white and so beautiful. An absolute pleasure to ride. He loved that his stud farm covered acres of land, allowing him to ride for miles without any probing eyes. And he did ride, every single da
He led her inside the house to where a breakfast spread was laid out on the dining table. Her eyes fell on the pitcher of orange juice, and she beamed at him. She filled a glass for herself and took a sip. “So yum,” she said, licking her lips. He stared at her, unable to take his gaze off her lush