Free The Don's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance by Sophia Hampton Page A

that…even though our marriage was just on paper. No. I had been taking care of things myself, but while my trusty right hand got the job done, it just didn’t hold a candle to the real thing.
     
    Besides, I wouldn’t do that to Sophia. She was as innocent in all this as I was. She didn’t deserve that. She was gorgeous. I would never have gone after another woman because there was a lack of attraction between us. I loved her body. I would lick every inch of it if she wanted me to and if she’d let me. We didn’t do it often, but when we did do it, it was fantastic . She was so tight around me. Her skin was velvety smooth and soft under my hands. She responded to every little movement , every single touch . I wasn’t blind. I hadn’t stopped noticing the beauty of other women just because I had a ring on my finger now, but I had a responsibility to her not to act on those feelings—and I hadn’t.
     
    It made me feel, I don’t know, sort of good that she was a little insecure about Alana. Not good , but it made me feel like she wanted to stake her claim on me. She didn’t want another girl getting close, which was good because I didn’t want another girl getting close either. Or another man getting close to her. I knew she was innocent, but I didn’t know how innocent. It wasn’t any of my business how many guys had come before me, but I was willing to take her body count back down to one if she was willing to do the same for me. She had nothing to worry about. Alana was hot, but she didn’t come close. My wife was voluptuous…curves that could stop traffic and sex appeal that could peel the paint off a car. There wasn’t really a competition, but if there was, Sophie had Alana beat out completely.
     
    This felt good. Being in bed with her. We slept in the same bed more often than we didn’t, but having her close like this, especially after we had just had sex felt really good . It felt like one of the few times that we were doing that newlyweds thing right. We hadn’t argued. The conversation hadn’t been tense. We had had sex. This was nice. Was this how every night could be? I smiled thinking about it.
     
    Was it so bad to imagine every night being like this? We had gotten married at the behest of our fathers, but that didn’t mean we had to keep living the way that we had been until our marriage ended. We had so many fights, and there was so much coldness between us. It didn’t have to be like that. We just had to channel whatever it was that was at work tonight again and again—and maybe one day it would become natural.
     
    I felt her fidgeting in her sleep. She didn’t wake up, but I watched her for a while after she had stilled again. Her eyelashes were long and dark, like her hair.
     
    Mine , I thought.
     
    All mine.
     
    Her father gave her away at the wedding. She hadn’t lived under his roof for years, and she was now living under mine. ‘Til death do us part. She wasn’t mine like my car was mine, or the house that we lived in was mine. She was mine to protect. To have and to hold…and all that shit.
     
    All the calls I had made were dead ends. Nobody could tell me who was after Sophia, or whether anyone actually was after her. It made me mad. It was fucking insulting . We didn’t need this. She didn’t need this. Who the hell was it? Did they know what the hell they had gotten themselves into, coming after someone connected to me?
     
    I heard a noise that sounded like it came from outside. I laid still and listened.  I heard the faint ticking of a clock and Sophia’s steady breathing. I held my breath.
     
    There was someone outside the room. I gently shifted Sophia from on top of me and walked towards the window. Whoever was outside the room was out there…because the hallways on the other side were carpeted, so they wouldn’t make a sound when they walked. I listened as I approached the window. The sound was metallic…the fire escape.
     
    I reached into Sophia’s