After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

Yes, he was a billionaire. Yes, her husband was scarily efficient, but to have gotten her scent he had to have noticed it that one time he’d been in her room.

It was the kind of attention to the tiny details in relation to her that he had shown when they first got together, but much less frequently since marriage and her move to Greece.

“I asked the housekeeper at the villa why your room smelled so perfectly like you.”

Polly smiled, flattered he considered the delicious blend of scents as much her as she did. “That diffuser is a work of art.”

“Literally. I contacted an artist you like and asked if she had anything that could be made into a diffuser.”

“When did you do that?”

“Last week.”

“She worked fast.”

“She had the art piece. It was just a matter of installing the water chamber, etc.”

“For a date night?” she asked, just a little stunned.

“For a gift. I thought using it tonight would make the gift more special.”

Polly couldn’t help herself, didn’t even want to. She reached up and hugged him exuberantly and kissed him the same way before leaning back. “Thank you. It’s lovely.”

“I am glad you like it. Now, why were you sorry in the elevator?”

Polly sighed and then grimaced. “We’re having such a nice date. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“That is the second time you have said that. Believe me when I tell you that the only thing that would ruin this date is if you were to leave.”

“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be thrilled if we didn’t make love.” She would not be keen on such an outcome either.

“I love your body, my dear wife, but even if you were not to share it with me tonight, I would still count myself a very lucky man to be here with you.”

“You used to say stuff like that all the time.” She’d noticed when he stopped.

“And you used to kiss and hug me several times a day.” He had noticed when she’d stopped too.

Was it possible he’d felt something of the insecurity that had plagued her when their relationship changed?

“Hugging and kissing you isn’t a hardship,” she offered before doing both again.

He kept her close and deepened the kiss when she would have pulled away. Somehow she found herself sitting on a cream sofa in front of the fireplace in the sitting area, making out with her husband. He did something with one of his hands and then the fire flared to life and Polly couldn’t help smiling.

“You know how much I love a fire in the evening.” Not that fires were necessary but a few nights a year in the Mediterranean climate.

“I’m in all-out seduction mode, if you hadn’t noticed.” He said it lightly, like he was teasing, but something in his gorgeous espresso gaze said he was entirely serious.

“Let me let you in on a secret, Alexandros. When it comes to you, I’m a sure a thing.”

“That is good to hear, agape mou, but I have learned not to take anything about my very precious wife for granted.”

“You’re turning into quite the romantic.” And she really didn’t care if that was prompted by his need to prove he was as good a, or better, husband than his brother.

His smile flashed, his entire face covered in happiness.

But before she could ask him why he seemed so happy, he kissed her again. This time, hands came into play. Dragging an inciting hand up her leg and her inner thigh, and cupping her breast with his other hand, his thumb playing over her already stiff nipple, Alexandros seemed intent on driving her insane with need before they even got their clothes off.

He teased reactions from her body like a man who had spent years studying it, like she was the specially crafted instrument and he the prodigy who would spend the rest of his life playing it.