She asked me why I stayed the night—our first night. I tried to tell her all about you—how we met, how we went to your place, and, yes, how we ma...e love. Mostly, I told her how you treated me. You’re the first man who treated me like a real woman. That’s when I realized—I wanted YOU! All the other guys I went out with, well, they’d fuck me, sure, but when they were done they’d tell everyone it was like fucking a little kid. How embarrassed they were; how funny it was. One guy even said. ”Ramirez turned to his wife.“Luc is sorry to wake you,” he told her. She grumbled a reply about having “those old queens” come to dinner sometime to make up for it.“So,” Luc said, getting back on topic. “You’ll be sending your people to kick in some Irish doors?”“I think not. The wife and children are likely not part of this. La Contessa may want to talk to them personally.”“So, things are looking better for her?”“Her condition has been downgraded to Serious, and she is being moved to a regular. Somehow, I pushed through, making notations on the material my team had delivered in recent days. I sat back and sighed as I finished, squeezing the stiff muscles in the back of my neck while I thought about pouring a glass of wine. “I wondered if you were ever going to take a break,” I heard Holly say behind me. I turned around to see her holding a glass of wine, which she then held out to me. “I was just thinking about pouring a glass.” “I know. You’re a bit predictable when you’re focusing. "That said, I turned around so the water hit my back. Grace was there right in front of me in all her naked glory. She took the soap from me and got her hands all soapy and slippery. They moved over my breasts and I shivered. The light touch of her palms had my nipples puckered, and I could feel the slow, insistent heat start to pool between my legs. It really wasn't fair for me to be so responsive to just a light touch. If this continued, I would really have to throw my ideals of not cheating.