CHAPTER 65

DARLENE

”Come here.” Alexander said softly, but my husband needn’t have bothered. I didn’t mind the order that was laced around the words as I snuggled into his chest, the warmth of his breath fanning the hair from my face pleasantly.

Shit! Laura! I’d forgotten all about her and abandoned her downstairs, with nothing but the strawberry-haired oaf for company.

I chewed at my bottom lip anxiously, knowing deep down that I’d never been much of a good host before deciding I would make it up to her in the morning.

I was with my husband after all. I thought, turning to stare at the bulk of male energy beside me but only being able to make out the chiseled line of his jaw and the black flutters in his long eyelashes as he scored softly behind me.

I sighed heavily, remembering how my mother had told me that it was the way of men to die briefly after any sort of intimacy., a wrinkle formed on my face as I wondered fleetingly, whether she had cautioned me about her own experiences with Dad.

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