Having Faith (Maclean Mafia Men 2)

When he got back to the house, he wanted to talk to Alastair but decided to wait until the morning because his brother needed the time with Beth. Nothing could be done about the situation at the moment.

Graham put more surveillance on both the Moretti and Rizzo households. Any move either of them made, he would know about instantly.

The door closed behind him, and he looked around. His stomach twisted when he saw the bed was still made and Faith wasn’t in it. It only took him a minute to find her asleep on the sofa, but it was enough to freak him out.

He studied her. She looked so peaceful and beautiful, and for a moment, he couldn’t believe that she was his wife. He would be able to touch her and fuck her any time he wanted, any place he wanted. If he wanted to press her face-down on his desk and fuck her ass, he could, and he knew he could make her like it and maybe even crave it.

The thought that he’d have to fight her every time he wanted in her made him sick. He should have just told her that he’d never take a mistress and that she was all he ever needed, but she pushed him, and he balked.

Graham couldn’t have her demanding things or telling him what he could do. He was the man, the dominant one in his relationship, and she needed to get used to it.

He showered and pulled down the covers before he carried his wife to the bed. Then he stripped the gown off her and got her situated on her side with her back to his chest.

“Shhh,” he murmured to her when she started to fuss. “It’s just me, your husband.”

He relaxed when she sighed and cuddled against him. She might try to act all cold and angry when she was awake, but her true nature came out when she was asleep.

He pressed his lips to the back of her head. “Goodnight, baby.” They’d deal with everything in the morning.