After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

“Yes.”

The kiss they shared was beautiful and hot, and when the car stopped, the only thing Polly wanted to do when they got home was take her husband straight to bed.

Like he was reading her mind, Alexandros slammed the door to their home in the face of the security team.

By the time they reached their bedroom, neither had a stitch of clothing on and Polly’s lips were swollen and hot from kissing.

Alexandros lifted her and laid her on the bed as if she was both precious and breakable.

Then he joined her, his expression so intent. “Polly. Agape mou.”

They reached for each other at the same time, kissing and touching. The passion between them tinged with love so recently acknowledged.

He was tender.

She was pushy.

When their bodies connected, they both stilled and savored the moment. For the first time in so long, she felt a complete emotional connection with him every bit as deep and real as the physical one.

They moved together, his hands on her body, her hands giving pleasure where she could. She screamed with her orgasm, more tears burnished his eyes with his.

After, he held her close, kissing her temple, whispering words of love in Greek and English.

The walls around Polly’s heart crumbled as she accepted that he meant every single utterance. He wasn’t perfect, but he was undeniably hers, and she was the one thing he would never willingly give up.

“You never have to see my mother or sister again, if you don’t want to,” he promised with another soft kiss.

“Is that realistic?” she couldn’t help asking.

“They hurt you. They hurt us. We will make it realistic. No one will be allowed to hurt you again on my watch.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“Can’t I?”

“Well, your arrogance is back in force, I see.” She smiled at her gorgeous husband, thinking more about how happy she was than what they were talking about.

That was probably why it took her a moment to take in the words he was saying.

“We can move to America and be near your family.”

“What? What are you saying?”

“I have spoken to Petros, and he can take over running the company. I will take a secondary role in a new American office.”

“You? Secondary?” She couldn’t imagine.

“I want you happy, and you are not happy here with my family. You will be more content living near yours.”

“First, I am happy here. Now. Adjusting to life as your wife wasn’t easy. I won’t pretend otherwise, but I am your wife and I love our life in Greece.”

“You didn’t love it only a few weeks ago.”

“I didn’t love aspects of it, but we’ve found compromises to make our family life the stuff of my dreams.” They’d even agreed not to have a housekeeper for the penthouse, just some daily cleaning help, so Polly could cook any time she liked and take a more normalized role—for her—in her children’s and husband’s lives. The villa housekeeper had been very pleased to stay on in the country. “I’m so happy with the way things have been, I’m nearly sick with it.”

“I could not tell.”

She rested against him, finding a comfortable angle for her pregnant tummy. “I was afraid to show too much, to trust in the changes.”