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It was surprisingly satisfying to focus on his wife’s needs. It wasn’t that long ago that he had told her the only thing between them would be sex. He was such a fool. Yes, they thrived on their physical connection, but he hoped he could show her the same level of devotion in other aspects of their relationship.
Once he finished Alessandra’s massage, he leaned back against the pillows feeling content despite the erection pressing against the seam of his boxers. Alessandra molded herself against him, and he kissed the top of her head.
Her hand stroked the hard planes of his abs, tickling his happy trail with her fingers. She reached below his waistband and took his warm flesh in hand, but he grabbed her hand and halted her movements.
“I didn’t do this so you’d service me in return.”
“But—” He cut her off with a kiss.
“I might be an asshole, but tonight was about you. I don’t plan on taking advantage of your vulnerability. If you want me to make love to you or fuck you because that’s what you need, then ask me.
“You were tossing and turning, crying out in your sleep. I don’t know how bad your pain is or what you dream about, but I can see you struggling. You’re my wife, Alessandra. I’d do anything for you, and I hope I brought you some relief. But we’re not going to have sex.”
“I need you, Drake. Please.”
“Then all you need to do is lean back and relax.”
Drake separated her legs and lowered his head. She played with her breasts as he held her hips in place. She grew loud as she came the first time. His cock twitched as her head fell back, and her auburn waves splayed across the pillows. His boxers remained in place as he lowered his head again.
An hour later, she begged him to stop. He wiped his mouth and kissed her thigh.
“I don’t think I can feel my legs,” she giggled.
“Does that mean you’re loved up enough, or is there something else I can do for you?”
She giggled again. “Can you make me cannoli?”
His wife was fucking adorable. “Cannoli?”
“Mmhmm.” She smiled widely.
Drake was determined to keep that smile on her face. He vaulted over her and kissed her neck and chest. She giggled and squirmed beneath him.
“I’ll hire a pastry chef first thing in the morning to bake you enough cannoli to last you a lifetime.”
She laughed. “Maybe we can visit a bakery tomorrow and buy half a dozen.”
“It’s a date, bella.”
She settled into his arms once more and soon fell asleep. Drake’s beast that had been climbing the walls was satiated in a way that surprised him. Apparently, they both wanted her happy.
Alessandra was still sleeping soundly when Drake woke up the following morning. Before slipping out of bed, he did a quick web search for the closest bakery that sold cannoli.
Drake kissed Alessandra’s forehead before driving to the bakery, where he stood in line for thirty minutes through the morning rush. Returning home, he dropped them on the kitchen island for her before heading to work in a secured private office.
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Chapter Six
Alessandra awoke alone in bed. The once-unfamiliar two-bedroom house began to feel like home. The strong scent of coffee wafted from the kitchen. She smiled to herself as she pulled on her robe. Their only morning rule was whoever was up first made the coffee.
Springfield was several miles from the city, even further from where she grew up. But they were still close enough that laying low was the best option. However, Drake didn’t force her to be a complete shut-in.
A physician was scheduled to make a house call that morning and evaluate Alessandra’s wounds. They were thankful for everything Grant Ellis had done for them. After the doctor assured her everything was healing nicely, he gave her additional exercises for her hands. Drake assisted Alessandra with her daily physical therapy. She watched him perform his workout routine and was fascinated by the sweat rolling down his muscular chest and how his abs flexed and stretched. His sinewy back and arms worked in tandem to achieve peak physical fitness.
Drake ran five miles a day, which sounded great to her in theory. But her curves weren’t made for running, even if she was cleared for such strenuous physical activity. Drake laughed when she told him her breasts weren’t made for running. She punched him when he made a jiggling Baywatch reference. He immediately pulled her to him and tweaked her nipple through her chemise. The claws of winter had descended, and she preferred to stay bundled up in the warmth of their home versus freezing to walk around the block.
Though Drake pleasured her the first night they arrived, there was no further sexual intimacy between them. Once she was cleared for sex, she thought Drake would be on her immediately. Unfortunately, every time she initiated, he shut her down.
