Page 77 of His to Bedevil

Months have passed, and I’m still in awe of my wife. She still fights her attraction to me from time to time, but she still doesn’t fight me anymore. I know she’s still cautious of me and the situation, but she is everything to me.

She’s strong.

She’s fierce.

She’s intelligent.

She’s stubborn.

She’s a fast learner.

She’s cunning.

She’s wild.

She’s beautiful.

She’s sexy.

She’s mine.

But she is not free.

It’s early November now, with the holidays around the corner, and I want to take Irma to Aspen. One of her favorite places to go. But before I tell her about that, I have another surprise for her. An early Christmas present. Although, I would give this to her any time of the year.

As if she senses I’m thinking about her, not like I’m ever not, she pokes her head into my office. I may not let her outside of the estate on her own, but I do let her leave the bedroom on her own to come visit me in my office. No longer escorted around the estate.

“Hola, mi amor,” I greet her.

Her face lights up, and her cheeks turn a little pink. Even with a slight tan on her skin, I can still see how she blushes in my presence. “Hey.” She smiles and steps all the way into the room.

I take my focus off of my laptop and give her my full attention as she stands in front of my desk, looking nervous. “Is something wrong,mi pequita?”

She chews on her bottom lip for a second, and it of course makes all the blood rush to my cock. “So, I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.”

One side of my mouth lifts, and I lean back in my chair. “Come here,” I order.

She bites her lips and moves her feet, rounding the desk to stand in front of me. She probably thinks I’m going to ask her for a favor to grant hers, but I just miss her lips. I pull her onto my lap by her hips, settling her so that she’s straddling me and her hands are resting on my shoulders. I cup the back of her head and bring her lips to mine, parting hers and swiping her bottom lip with my tongue. She tastes like mango and mint.

I pull back before it heats up anymore, and her eyes flutter open. She stares at me for a dazed moment then mentally shakes herself, putting that wall up again. “I just wanted to taste your lips,mi amor. Now, tell me about this favor.”

She clears her throat. “So, the lease on my apartment in Miami is about to be up, and if I don’t renew it, they’ll clear everything out. Now, I don’t really care about much in it, but there is one thing that means something to me, and I was wondering—”

“Of course,mi amor. Make a list for me and I’ll send someone to go and retrieve them.”

Her face literally lights up, and I wish I could keep that smile on it all the time.Just give her some more time. She’s proud and stubborn.You wouldn’t feel the way you do about her if she wasn’t. “Really?”

I nod as I study her flawless features. “I’m sorry for not offering to do that a long time ago. I didn’t take you as one for sentiments.”

She screws her lips to the side. “I’m not really. Just a couple of things that hold meaning to me.” I arch an eyebrow, hoping she will explicate some. She looks down and fiddles with the beaded bracelets she’s wearing. “The day you abducted me.” She glares up at me, but there’s a faint smile behind it. “There was this stand that caught my eye. It had all these beautiful handmade jewelry pieces, and it reminded me of a woman that I used to know, before I got taken away from my mother. Señora Garcia. She was best friends with Mama and like family to me. She would come and get me when Mama and my father would fight nonstop. And when Mama got into drugs, she would check up on me a lot. She’d sometimes bring me to her place, and I would watch her make her jewelry, and she would let me make some of my own.” She drops her hand and sighs as she looks back at me. “Anyway, that stand happened to be owned by Señora Garcia, and she recognized me, even though I hadn’t seen her since I was eight. She called me by my nickname.” She snorts.

I tuck her hair behind her ear. “And what was your nickname?”

She smiles. “Flaquita.I was a really skinny little girl. I didn’t have any meat on my bones until I was, like, sixteen or so. Not till I got boobs and hips.”

I grunt as I grab her beautiful ass and bump her up on my lap, making her giggle. A sound that I could just eat right up. “And what else do you cherish?”

“My Yankees hat.”