Page 52 of Stolen Dove

“That woman. So, come here and give me a kiss,” he growls sexily while raking his eyes over me.

I bend down and kiss his lips. “Let me take him now.”

“He’s ready for bed,” he says, taking him over to his crib.

“I am, too,” I yawn, having had a long day.

“Give him a kiss and get ready for bed. I’ll be there in a minute,” he commands. God, I love when he gets bossy. My pussy clenches. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. That man does things to my body with his gruff tone.

“Are you sure?” I practically purr.

“Of course.” I kiss our son on his forehead and then leave the room. I turn back to steal another glance of my men bonding. Smiling, I push off the wall and head to our room.

I open our bedroom door and turn on the lights. I’m shocked and let out a gasp. Our bed is covered in rose petals, and there’s a bowl of strawberries in the center. He has done a lot of sweet stuff since we confessed our love for each other, but extra effort makes me so happy. I don’t know how long I stand there, but the feel of Victor’s arms sliding around me brings me back to reality. “Happy Birthday. I love you, Dove.”

“My birthday’s tomorrow,” I remind him, leaning back into his embrace.

“I know, but it starts right now. You need to be pampered as much as possible.”

“No wonder you were willing to let me out without a fuss.”

“What can I say? I had to plan this special day.” His mouth comes down on my shoulder, brushing my hair away as he moves up the column of my neck. “We have a big day tomorrow. Mostly you and me, but we can’t leave our boy for long.” He knows I hate to be away from Alejandro. Today had been the longest I’d been away. Three hours and even though I was having fun, I couldn’t wait to get back to my husband and son.

“Is your mother gonna watch him?” I ask. There’s not many people I trust with him. She’s one of the few.

“Yes. My mother, Maria, Hector. Everyone wants to watch our baby. Now, I want you to relax. First, this.” He takes a strawberry and brings it to my lips and I bite down on the sweet berry. I let out a moan which makes him groan. He steps away for a minute into the bathroom while I slide off my heels and start undressing for the night. “Now this way, mi reina.” He leads me into the bathroom, taking my bowl of strawberries. The bathtub is filling with pink bubbles that smell delicious.

Slowly he helps remove my clothes, and then the water’s ready. “Enjoy.”

“Are you not coming in with me?”

“No. This is for you, but I must say, I don’t want to walk away.”

“Then you can keep me company and watch,” I sass, hoping he’ll make me pay for my smart mouth. He licks his lips and then rolls up his sleeves and takes off his watch. I know I’m in for it now.

I turn around in the bath, getting on all fours, pretending to reach for my favorite loofa and arch my ass. He doesn’t disappoint. His hand comes down on my wet bottom. I cry out with the tiny sting and part my thighs a little. I’m about to reach for my pussy to play with it, but he stops me. “Hands up there. It’s time for the king to take care of his queen.” He pumps his fingers into my pussy from behind and it doesn’t take long until I’m coming as water splashes all around me.

He spends the evening pampering me. First, a hot, scented bubble bath, followed by a full-body massage and two screaming orgasms just for me before he slid home, working on baby number two. After we settle down, he teasingly fed me strawberries and wine.

I can’t believe how amazing my life has become, and I know it will only get better. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart race. “Thank you for saving me, my king.”

“You saved me, my Dove.”

Ten years

Victor

“Get in here now, Dove,” I snarl, grabbing her wrist and dragging her into my office and slamming our door shut. Our men know to keep away when we’re in our office together although that doesn’t help much because I’ll have her screaming my name loud enough to wake those we buried.

“What, Victor?” she huffs, doing her best to look innocent. She lost that little bit ten years ago and now my wife is all woman in every way. She can play coy, but it’s just an act.

“What? What?” I look at her, raking my eyes up and down. She knows damn what. She’s doing it to rile me up. After ten years she knows that I lose my shit when she’s got my goods on display. We stand in my office and my wife is trying to go to a party in a tiny dress like the one she wore the night we met. This one is even more dangerous. Ten years and I’m a jealous son of a bitch. She’s mine and I’ll never get tired of letting everyone know.

“What the fuck do you call what you’re wearing?”

“A dress. An LBD as a matter of fact. It’s one of Luisa’s.” My half-sister went from making exclusive jewelry to high end dresses and she uses my wife as the body template. Fuck, I’m hard just looking at Dove. Everything about her is beautiful, sexy and all fucking mine.

“An LBD?”