Page 41 of Married Into Love

“C’mon, beautiful,” I whispered in Alessia’s ear. “It’s time to wake up. We’re already almostthere.”

“What? Where?” she murmured sleepily, her gorgeous green eyes drifting open. “Oh my gosh! Did I sleep through the wholeflight?”

“Yeah.”

Her plump lips turned down in a pout. “Darn it! My first private flight, and I missed out on the wholething.”

“Don’t worry; it won’t beyourlast.”

Alessia rolled her eyes with a laugh before turning her gaze to the window to take in the sights while we landed. I was more interested in a different view—my favoriteone,her.

Once we were on the ground at Midway, we taxied to one of the private terminals and deplaned. I had a car waiting to drive us to my apartment. Even though we were only about eight miles away, it took us almost twenty-five minutes to getthere.

“Yikes, the traffic here is way worse than Vegas,” Alessia grumbled when we pulled in front of mybuilding.

“It’s not always this bad. I should have planned better so we weren’t in the middle of rush hour when we got home. I’m sorry,” Iapologized.

“We left at the perfect time,” she disagreed. “If it’d been any earlier then I couldn’t have slept in and taken a bath this morning. The rush-hour traffic isn’t your fault. It’s the stupid timedifference.”

“Yeah, but between the stupid time difference and the traffic, you’re only going to have maybe thirty minutes to explore your new home and freshen up before we need to head right back out the door so we can make it to my parents’ place in time fordinner.”

Instead of freaking out like I expected her to do since she’d been so damn worried about the barbeque my mom was planning, she smiled up at me. “I have all the time in the world to explore yourapartment.”

“Our apartment,” Icorrected.

“Sorry, our apartment.” Her smile grew wider. “But seriously, it’ll be fine. I’ll be ready on time. I had the most amazing nap during our flight, so I’m full of energy. And it won’t take me long to change outfits and put on a touch ofmakeup.”

“You look perfect, just the wayyouare.”

“Yeah, but you have to think that because you’re completelybiased.”

“It doesn’t make it anylesstrue.”

“Let’s just hope your mom and dad agree,” she sighed as we got to the door of ourapartment.

I unlocked the door and opened it, putting a hand out to stop Alessia when she started to walk inside. Letting go of the handles of our luggage and dropping our carry-on onto the ground, I swept her into my arms and carried her into theapartment.

“What was that for?” shegasped.

“It might have been a month since we got married, but it’s still customary for the groom to carry the bride over the threshold. I figured now was good since it’s your first time inourhome.”

“Grab the luggage,” she urged when I set her on her feet. “I’m definitely going to need that change of clothes and probably a quick shower because we’re going to need to christen this place before we leave for your parents’ and we don’t have a lotoftime.”

I moved fast, yanking our bags inside and slamming the door shut. Then I picked Alessia back up and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. After tossing her onto the bed, we stripped out of our clothes in record time. It wasn’t the only thing we did quickly—three orgasms and thirty minutes later, two for her and one for me, we were out the door and on our way to my parents’house.

“I can’t believe you drive a Porsche,” she repeated for the third time in fifteenminutes.

“Yeah, but it’s an SUV. Not a sports car,” I defended my choice of vehicle.Again.

“It’s still aPorsche.”

“Are you focusing on the car so you won’t freak out about myparents?”

She nodded. “Maybe a little. But I still can’t believe you didn’t mention it when we drove thoseracecars.”

“Because my SUV doesn’t begin to compare to aLambo.”

“If you say so,” shelaughed.

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