After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

Not a passive lover by nature, Polly gave as good as she got, touching her husband as only she was allowed to do. That truth had never gotten old. She was way more possessive than she ever thought she would be, but in his way, Alexandros was too.

One thing she never worried about was that he would have a roving eye. Because, like hers, his possessive streak was accompanied by a bedrock of loyalty that would not be shaken.

Needing more intimacy than they could achieve with their clothes on, Polly sat up and shook her head. “Stop for a minute, Andros.”

Her husband went so still, she wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

“I didn’t meant freeze.” She laughed. “Just get your clothes off.”

“The love, it is still inside you. Perhaps buried very deeply, but still there.”

She wasn’t having some heavy conversation in the

middle of sex. Not today. “Get naked.” When he still didn’t move, she said, “Please.”

“Say it again and I will do whatever you wish.”

“Say what again?” she demanded, ready to recite the alphabet in both English and Greek if it meant getting his suit off.

“Call me Andros.”

Nonplussed, she stared at him. He was serious. She wasn’t sure why it was so important to him that she call him by the nickname she’d once used exclusively, but she wasn’t about to say no. Not if it meant getting what she wanted.

“Andros, take off your clothes.”

He shuddered, like she’d touched him in the very way she was longing to do. “Ne. Ne. Anything you want, yineka mou.”

He stood up and stripped out of his suit before she even got the zip undone on her dress. Lately she wasn’t keen on zippers, but when she knew her evening would end with her husband, that was something different.

He loved unzipping her, and she loved how he kissed her nape and between her shoulder blades when he did.

So why was she even trying to undo the zip herself?

Because she wanted naked. Now. Only… Maybe she still wanted that little bit of pampering too.

“Could you?” She meant to turn and offer him her back but the view of his body arrested all movement on her end.

She loved the olive-toned skin that rippled over muscles honed by a strict workout regime some athletes would find it difficult to maintain. But Polly’s husband never did anything by halves. He had to be the best at whatever he did.

Which meant he’d worked out his training schedule with a trainer who also served top echelon athletes.

The results were fantastic as far as Polly was concerned, both because she loved looking at her husband’s amazing body but also because she knew he was taking care of his health.

Ensuring he would be with her and their children for a very long time to come.

But that amazing body that turned her on so much?

Also served as a reminder of how important it was to Alexandros to be the best. Not second, and definitely not a poor shower, especially, she thought, when compared to his brother.

“Stop,” he instructed.

“Stop what?” she asked.

“Whatever you are thinking. Just stop thinking it.”

A small laugh huffed out of her. He was so arrogant, thinking he could dictate even her thoughts, but in this instance? He had a point.

“I want you.” She would always want him.