His Wild Attraction: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Wild Billionaire Romance Book 4)

Epilogue Two Ellie

“Husband!” I cried out, scoring my nails down Andres’ back.

The second I mentioned wanting to try for a baby, Andres went all caveman on me.

Not that I was complaining.

He picked me up when we were in the elevator, making my heart pound and my pulse race.

“I”m too heavy,” I protested when he started to walk down the hall with me in his arms.

“Lupina,” he tsked. “You don”t think I can carry you to our bed?”

“Andres,” I whined, biting my lip.

“You don’t think I can hold you like this, and fuck you right here?” he asked, opening the condo door and backing me against the wall.

Moisture flooded between my legs, and I wiggled my hips, grateful for the long skirt I wore to his mother’s party.

“Hold on,” he growled.

“W-what?” I asked, distracted by the fact he was sucking my nipple through my blouse.

“Fuck. So hot. Take my dick out, Ellie.”

I did.

“Now, pull your panties to the side.”

I moaned. He was so strong. So damn sexy.

“That”s it, Angel. You”re so fucking wet, aren”t you? So needy for my cock.”

I was.

“Please,” I begged.

Andres didn’t make me wait. He slid in with no resistance, and we both groaned. He pounded into me, his hands digging into my skin.

“This sweet fucking ass is mine. All mine, Angel. Tell me.”

“Yours. Oh my God, Andres, I’m close.”

“That’s right. I can hold you and fuck you against the wall like this, Make you come all over my cock. I’m the only one who can do this for you,” he grunted.

“Yes,” I hissed.

“I need you to understand, I fucking love this body. Every dimple, every curve, every bounce, and wiggle. This body made my son. It’s gonna make my daughter next. Now come.”

He pumped his hips at a punishing pace, lifting me up and down with his fingers digging into my ass. I held on. Taking it. Taking him.

Then I let go.

“Andres!”

Andres carried me to our bathroom, placing me on the vanity seat with a gentle kiss on my head. He ran a bath for us.

We made love again inside the warm water, soaking the floor. That time, it was slow and deliberate. An after effect of my husband throwing away my birth control pills.

“Now we’re going to practice making a family, right now,” he said, kissing me so sweetly.

After we dried off, Andres led me to bed, wrapping around my body and pressing his face into the back of my head just breathing me in.

He made me feel so loved. So special and cherished. Moved me so much that I said so.

“You’re my life, Lupina. I know you don’t know or understand why or how, but you are. Accept it, trust it, know that I”d do anything to keep you safe and happy and with me.”

He was right, I didn’t understand it, but I knew this was where I belonged.

With him.

I thought love was supposed to be this gentle, sweet thing. But I was wrong.

Andres had his moments. We both did. Where tenderness won out and pure affection reigned supreme. But he would always be my wild attraction.

My untamed lover.

My biggest supporter.

My unwavering oak.

Andres was the love of my life. He didn’t want to change me or control me. He just wanted me.

And I wanted him right back.

Him and this life he gave me. With friends, family, passion, and love, so much love.

Yes, I wanted it, and I was going to keep it.

“I love you, Andres.”

“Love you too, Wife.”

Afew hours later, I felt Andres move. He rumbled something about forgetting his phone in his pants pocket, kissed my head, and walked to the bathroom.

“What the hell!”

My husband’s screech had me hightailing it to the bathroom in all my jiggly naked glory to find him standing there baked with his discarded pants in one hand and one foot raised, a look of horror on his face.

The brown smear gave it away, and classy wife that I was, I fell down laughing.

“Awww, Rocky left you a present,” I said between giggles.

“Oh, you think that’s funny? Wait till I wash my foot, then we’ll see what’s funny,” he threatened, already washing his foot in the sink with copious amounts of soap, after flushing the little gift Rocky left on his slacks down the toilet.

I saw the gleam of mischief in Andres’ eyes and with a screech of my own I raced back to the safety of our bed.

Anticipation left me breathless as I waited for my husband. I knew Andres would never hurt me. But I couldn’t wait to see what kind of punishment he came up with.

Something undoubtedly naughty. Arousal heightened my breathing and slick moisture gathered between my legs.

“You ready, Wife?”

“Always,” I replied, grinning when he pulled the blanket off my waiting body.

His stormy gaze flashed with passion as he raked his eyes over my naked body. The desire I saw there matched mine, and as I opened my arms, welcoming him in, I saw nothing but love and acceptance, pride, and possession, and it was everything I always wanted.

Andres was everything I ever wanted.

He’s all I’ll ever need.

God, how I loved him.