"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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After that one time with Millie, there was one thing I was sure of:
In the thirteen years I'd been having sex, that was the best sex I'd ever had.
I couldn't even remember what it was like being with any other woman. I couldn't remember their names, the places, the thoughts, the feelings, the emotions - any of it.
One time with my wife was enough to erase them all from my memory as much as possible.
Every single thing about her was fucking perfect.
She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on with her long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes and olive toned skin. Don't forget her pillowy soft lips, curvaceous body and plump ass.
She even smelled the best and she sounded the best.
She didn't moan or scream obnoxiously like other women do. Even the sounds she made were elegant and classy - always perfectly timed and never too loud.
I could listen to her all fucking day and never get bored.
And the way she felt...every inch of her body was made to perfection.
And she was mine.
"Costa?" She whispered with her thick Greek accent, tracing her finger over my jaw. "Why are you staring at me?"
The teasing glint in her sleepy eyes seemed to be the thing that broke me out of my thoughts.
The morning light was streaming in from the open curtain and usually it would piss me off. But the light illuminated her even more, capturing that perfect glow on her face.
"Because, I can do whatever I want." I replied, tracing my thumb over her plump lower lip.
The way those lips felt against mine...cazzo.
She was about to reply, probably with one of her usual retorts, but a sound in the distance stopped her.
"What's that?" She frowned, scrunching her nose a little when she tried to listen harder.
The scratching continued and I released a low groan, running a hand over my face.
"Lula." She's going to be pissed.
"I'll go. I'm going to head to the gym now anyway." I pressed a kiss to Millie's cheek before climbing out of the bed. I stopped to put my boxers on, well aware of her eyes glued to my body.
