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The next morning, Valeria stepped into the large dining room, surprised at how quiet it was considering how many people were staying at the home with them for the weekend. She didn’t have to wonder for long what caused the stillness when her gaze landed on the man sitting at the head of the table.

Jorge scowled at the older man who brought his breakfast to him. “Took long enough, don’t you think?”

“Sorry, sir. Would you like your coffee—”

“Now.”

His voice, slurred and harsh, told the truth. Jorge was hung over, and that rarely spelled good things for anyone else in his direct vicinity. The man loved to drink, but hated to deal with the morning after because of it, too.

The only good thing about his hangover?

Jorge barely paid Valeria any mind.

She joined them at the table, willing to ignore she hadn’t seen her husband at all the night before, and had no idea when he returned to the home. It meant she spent her entire evening and morning without him, and that wasn’t a bad thing.

Not that she had been lonely.

Across the table, Chris worked on buttering a bagel as one servant poured him a cup of coffee. He smiled up at the woman pouring his coffee, nodding. “That’s good, thank you. I’ll prepare it the way I like it.”

“If you’re sure …”

“No worries, I have it.”

“Where is my cream?”

Jorge’s bellow echoed down the table and silenced the rest of the people trying to enjoy their breakfast. A lot of them weren’t any better or worse than Jorge if Valeria was to believe what Chris had told her the night before.

He had no reason to lie.

She might have been sorry for them and the headaches they had, but she didn’t give a shit. And given her husband was busy snapping at anyone who didn’t move fast enough for his liking, or dared to breathe in his direction, she also had better things to do.

Like stare at Chris.

He looked back.

It was insane.

Foolish.

His wink from across the table was enough to make her crazy, and hot all at the same time. God knew she had spent more than enough hours the night before beneath this man, letting him learn all the parts of her body he wanted, and still … somehow, she wanted more.

Definitely insane.

There was no other explanation for why Valeria seemed willing and ready to get Chris between her thighs as soon as she could. Not when she knew each time was yet one step closer to being caught, which meant the end of her life.

Not that it mattered.

No one noticed her staring.

Or his.

Chris’s lips quirked up at the edges, and Valeria had to glance down at the empty plate in front of her because of it. The flood of heat that traveled straight down to her pussy, making her thighs clench under the table as she tried to soothe that sudden ache, was dangerous.

And addicting.

She had forgotten what sex should be until Chris. A part of her thought it would never be good again—that she wouldn’t want for it, or a man, again because of the hell Jorge put her through. She had forgotten about the things she wanted, and deserved, because she was too busy trying to survive. Or even, taking care of someone else’s needs, like her child. Although, she didn’t regret that. Ever.

With little effort at all, Chris reminded her that she was very much a woman with needs, and one who wanted them fulfilled. She should be grateful for that, and she was … but it also scared her.