Loving the Homewrecker (BOOK 3)

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Adora

I smiled as Santiago brushed his teeth, his eyes meeting mine for a split second before he rinsed his mouth.

"God, you're twenty four," he said, "one year closer to me."

I giggled and strutted over to him, holding my towel up. "One year closer."

He pulled me into him and I smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. My hands trailed down to his hips, my fingers dipping inside his towel.

"I already fucked you in the shower," he whispered, his lips dragging down my neck.

"I know," I said, "but birthday sex is, like, vital. Lots of it."

He growled against me, making me giggle and lightly push him away.

I walked over to my side of the double vanity, brushing my teeth. His eyes never strayed away from me, leaned against the glass shower.

"You know," I said, wipping my mouth with a towel, "I keep having these really far-fetched dreams about us."

"Like what?" He asked.

"It would be a lot easier to tell you if you had some clothes on," I said, leaning against the counter. I bit down on my lip and he smiled.

"Is it because you can see my cock through the towel?"

I couldn't help my breath from hitching in my throat. "Wow, that was hot."

He patted the treshold before walking into the closet, a grin on his face. I smiled and pulled my hair down from the bun I'd had it in, brushing my fingers through my mostly dry hair.

I followed Santiago into the closet and smiled, watching as he dropped his towel and slipped into a pair of underwear.

He turned around and I just bit down on my bottom lip, allowing my towel to fall.

"Damn," he said, "you're so beautiful, I swear it hurts."

I couldn't help myself as I wound my arms around his neck, closing my eyes as his lips touched my throat.

"I had this dream last night," I said, as soon as his arms wound around my waist, "that you and I were living on an island, or maybe it was just a trip, I don't know, but it was just the two of us. And it was the best dream I've ever had."

He pulled away from me. "How is that far-fetched?"

I smiled and looked down. "Because we were married."

He just furrowed his brows together, a smile forming on his face. "I told you once I'd put a ring on your finger," he said, "so not that far-fetched."

I couldn't help but to smile and rake my fingers through his hair. "I love you."

"Put some clothes on, you're making my cock twitch."

I couldn't help but to sigh and smile. "It's really hot when you say that."

"I noticed."

I giggled and watched as he slipped into a pair of jeans and a black shirt, and he walked out of the closet.

"Oh, and babe?" He turned around to face me and I raised my eyebrows, clipping my brazier.

"Yeah?"

"We have plans tonight."

I smiled and pulled on a slip dress and a cardigan over it, deciding to keep everything minimal today. I didn't have many plans.

But I knew good and well Santiago King did.