Page 209 of Plunge into Obsession

She nodded. “Sounds cliché, huh? I’ve always wanted to go. I even took high school French, hoping to visit there someday.”

“Not Spanish?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I had no idea I would marry the head of the Michoacán Cartel.”

I shot her an amused look. “How fluent are you in French?”

She pouted a little. How fucking adorable. “Not very. I can say simple greetings, ask to go to the bathroom, and I remember a few verb lessons here and there.”

“Hmm. Then we definitely have to go to Paris. It’s a long flight, so we need to visit the doctor before then.”

She was a little over two months along now and overdue for a visit back.

She nodded. “I can’t wait.”

I smiled as she leaned down and kissed me.

I held still for her, not wanting to scare her off and letting her control the kiss however she wanted.

I usually preferred to be the one who took control, but fuck if she wasn’t so alluring like this.

She pulled my bottom lip into her mouth and suckled on it, and I could feel my cock twitching, getting hard once more.

Hell.

I wondered how long I had before the Bratva arrived.

The distant ringing of my phone brought me out of my thoughts.

I pulled away from Bianca and bit back a groan.

Someone had better be fucking dying for interrupting my time with my wife.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, baby. I have to get it.”

It took a moment for her eyes to clear.

“Oh.”

I cupped her cheek and gently pulled her off me. I stood up from the bed and looked down at my naked wife lying on the bed, a bit of my dry cum coating the skin of her inner thighs, her pussy lips still a little wet from her arousal.

I licked my lips and pointed at her. “Stay. I will be right back.”

She gave me a mock salute, and I rolled my eyes.

Brat.

I pulled on a pair of sweatpants before I went down to my office, where I had left the phone.

It had stopped ringing by the time I got to it, and started up again when I grabbed the phone and saw an unknown number flashing across the screen.

I picked up and held the phone to my ear, not saying anything.

I could hear breathing on the other line. Then, “Are you there, Mr. Mendez?”

“Ivan. How good to hear from you,” I said after a long pause. “You disappeared after our first meeting. I thought you had run scared.”

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