After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

“And you are all that I need.”

The words sent her careening into the ultimate pleasure, her body convulsing around his, a shout of intimate joy coming out of her. He pressed his mouth into her neck, his movements growing jerky, and then he let out a guttural groan against her neck, his own climax making that big body under hers go rigid.

Afterward he carried her into the shower, a decadent tile enclosure easily big enough for the two of them. They washed each other, their knowledge of the other’s body not making the exercise any less special or enticing.

When he lifted her and carried her dripping wet to the bed to make love again, she could only ask him to hurry.

This time, he took his time, building the pleasure between them until they were both sweaty and shaking with need. When they finally went over, she thought she’d sleep on the damp sheets and not care, she was so wrung out from pleasure.

But Alexandros ran her a bath and then joined her after calling housekeeping to come change the sheets while they were in the bath.

“Nice to be a billionaire,” she slurred sleepily, lying against him in the softly scented water.

“Even nicer to be your husband.” His tone was intense, like he wasn’t joking.

She was too tired to figure out whatever message he was trying to give. “I’m not changing the sheets.” She yawned. “Be lucky if I make it back to the bed.”

“Do not worry, yineka mou, I will take care of you.”

She patted his chest. “Nice husband.”

Dozy, she didn’t catch what he said.

They soaked for a while before he lifted her lax body from the water. Alexandros helped her dry before drying himself and then carrying her to the freshly made bed.

The following days were idyllic. Like she’d always dreamed her marriage would be.

Alexandros was back in the penthouse every evening by six. They ate dinner early together as a family before he helped her put Helena to bed. He usually spent an hour or so on the computer in the evenings, but Polly understood his multibillion-dollar company demanded more than a nine-to-five effort from its head. They didn’t watch movies on the sofa together, but Polly usually ended up sitting, leaning against him as she read or worked on recipe ideas in her notebook.

Alexandros had joined Polly and Helena for lunch twice, which she’d loved and so had their daughter. Polly and Alexandros had curtailed their social obligations in ways she’d never believed he would be open to.

They had only attended three high society functions, and Polly was thriving under the less demanding schedule.

She felt better than she had since getting pregnant. No longer exhausted, she reveled in the time she had to spend with her daughter, exploring the child-friendly parks and attractions of the ancient city.

Polly loved it all, but there was a little place in her heart that didn’t trust this new lifestyle to last.

That same place made her put off any concrete actions looking for a house in Athens. She kept looking at videos the estate agent sent her and passing on likely candidates to Alexandros, but Polly avoided in-depth discussions about the potential properties, and while she’d gone to visit a couple, she had not asked Alexandros to join her.

She could not help wondering if they lived somewhere not quite as convenient for her husband as an elevator ride away, would she and their daughter see him nearly as much?

They had been in Athens two weeks when Alexandros brought the house hunt up as they relaxed together in the living room after putting Helena to bed together. He was on his computer, and she was continuing to catch up on her reading list, their silence companionable.

So she was startl

ed when he asked, “Are you really finding it that difficult to find a house that will meet our needs here in Athens?”

She laid her books aside and stared at him, trying to assemble her thoughts without sounding like the untrusting wife she was. “Um, no, of course not.”

“I thought you’d love that house in Palaio Psychico.” He mentioned one of the properties she’d gone to view in person.

A gorgeous, newly built house with a pool that was half indoor and half outdoor, a play area already prepared for children with a climbing structure with slides and swing. The architect had designed rooms and a layout that felt comfortable. It was the best candidate so far for something Polly would consider a family home, not just a showplace.

“Your sister would have kittens if you bought me a house in the most exclusive neighborhood of Athens.” Which was not an answer.

His expression said he recognized her misdirection for what it was. “Since when do you care what my sister thinks?”

“You don’t like upsetting her. Or your mother,” she reminded him, in case he’d forgotten.