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Eden apologized to Phillipa and Vincent for missing lunch with them. Important and unavoidable. Had her discussion with the potential donor been those things? Aristide was right. What had made her feel like she could never say no to anything to do with the foundation? And more important, was this the way she wanted to keep living? She swiped at her cheeks unobtrusively, hoping again that no one else had noticed.

No party tonight, no talking to the guests about your eminently worthy charity. You are so exhausted, your emotions are a mess. Why is Aunt Eden crying? Her father, Sebastian, pulled the toddler from her chair and into his lap. Aunt Eden is just overtired, and you know how I get when your mama neglects herself. And that would scare all the children. Then he turned to their children. Just tired. Eden gave both her children a wobbly smile and blew them kisses. Eden felt the tears more imminent and let her head fall against Aristide, turning her face to hide it in his neck.

Aristide laid his wife on the bed, the expression in her rainwater-gray eyes so tragic it was all he could do not to growl. He removed her clothes with little help as she seemed so drained, she was incapable of doing it for herself. When he went to put a nightgown over her head, she looked up at him with a grief that broke his heart.

I miss us. Tucking her arms through the holes of her sleeveless white gown with an embroidered neck and hem, Aristide just looked at her.

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Eden loved the innocent-looking cotton gowns and Aristide had to admit he found them even more sexy than the titillating lingerie she donned occasionally.

Understanding reflected in her gray gaze and the tension seemed to drain out of her. He nodded, believing her. Though he did bring his laptop to bed, working for a while before watching some news reports and then a late-night comedy talk show that helped him to wind down and sleep himself. He felt Eden stirring in the early hours of the morning and came out of slumber with one thought on his mind. She was eager, but he wanted this to last.

He looked down at her flushed face, beautiful gray eyes liquid with lust, her mouth parted, inviting his kiss. Are you sure? Once he would have accepted those words fully and at face value, but after the past two years, doubt tinged the joy he felt at hearing them.

With every beat of my heart. And not just when it was convenient. Not that he thought she loved him that way.

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But part of him, a small part barely worth noting, was unsure. He wanted to be inside her, as well. Wanted to feel the ecstasy of swollen, silken tissues stretching around his sex, accepting him and pleasuring him.

Two becoming one in a way that was both mystical and profoundly prosaic. I am your woman. Things will get better. I promise. Could he trust his beautiful and oh-so-precious wife to now keep this promise? Aristide loved Eden so deeply he did not know where he ended and she began.

She was the center of his life, her and their two children. She gasped and then told him how wonderful it felt.

He gritted his teeth, holding back a shout of pleasure that would have woken the children down the hall. Even with the sound-dampening walls of the villa.

They made love then, only words of love and pleasure whispered between them until he felt the imminence of her orgasm. He twisted his hips on each downward thrust, lifting her legs and spreading her thighs wider so he could get that last couple of centimeters of penetration. His own body wanted to explode, but Aristide would not allow the climax to come. He kept thrusting through her pleasure, drawing more from her body until she whimpered and went lax under him. Only then did he give in and thrust more powerfully once, twice and three times, exploding in ecstatic pleasure, his own shout also loud.

He needed this closeness. She laid her head on his chest, her hand over his heart, and just breathed for long moments, her body as close to his as she could get it. Then she spoke. The fact that the cause had taken her from him so completely, not so much. He shook his head. It will continue to do that good with you as the guiding light. No, of course not.

That role takes a lot less time. I travel. I prefer to have my family with me as you once did, too. We have commitments that come with great wealth and responsibility.

The foundation is only part of that. How do you think I cut back so drastically on my travel when I regained my memory? You know your father has worked for me in a part-time capacity since a month after coming to live with us.

That…that makes sense. You really did delegate, and not just when Dad came to live with us. He had to shift her up his body so he could kiss her again.

What did you wonder? For my stupidity in believing Kassandra was my friend and yours. I forgave you a long time ago for your mistakes.

I knew you loved me. This desperate knowledge that what I was doing was important and the fear of letting not just the people at the foundation down, but all the children we help.

You are the very air that I breathe. Aristide had to believe. And in doing so, his own pain was diminished, his fears allayed.

I suffocate when you are not around. Tears filled her rainwater eyes, their gray depths dark with true and deep love for him. No more missing. From now on, I remember that you need me as much as any child the foundation serves.

Eden felt her heart expand in her chest. How could she not be moved by her husband saying such amazing, loving things? Her fear of not being enough, her intrinsic need to be everything to everyone, began to break apart inside her. She needed to be wife to this man. She needed to be mother to her children, sister-in-law, aunt, daughter-in-law, and yes, daughter to her mostly reformed workaholic father.

Not when there were so many talented, generous people who wanted to help. Rachel walked hand in hand with Sebastian on the private beach outside their island villa.

The sun was just starting to lighten the sky, turning the water golden orange with its light, the morning air briskly cool. He squeezed her hand.

I like the quiet and the cool of the morning, knowing our family is safe and secure in our home, but you and I have these moments of privacy. Sebastian pulled her close, putting his arm around her shoulders, like he knew she needed that extra bit of comfort. My brother loves his wife and he is too stubborn to lose her to her own desire to help others.

I thought when I agreed to work there, she would step back a little, but she just took on more commitments in other areas. Perhaps even as much as my own ideal wife.

Unmistakable cries of ecstasy sounded from open windows on the second floor of the villa and Rachel felt relief pour through her. Glad that Eden and Aristide had found some sort of rapprochement, Rachel let her mind wander back to her own issues.

Sebastian swore in Greek even as he swept her around to lean into him. Her mother passed this last year, after a prolonged illness that ended in organ failure.

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It is one of the many things I love most about you. Her cousins are closer to the age of your mother. She turned in his arms and put her arms around Sebastian to hug him. His laughter cascaded around them, making her smile in response. He leaned down and kissed her with satisfying passion.

He swept her up and threw her over his shoulder. What are you doing? I am very happy my mother found your father and it makes me very pleased to see them holding hands, or kissing.

Eden had offered to come with Rachel for her to meet Bethany for the first time and Rachel gratefully accepted. The driver brought Bethany to the restaurant in Athens that Rachel had picked out for this first meeting.

The food was good, but more important, there was a small room they kept in the back for business meetings or small social gatherings. But it was the look in her wary green eyes that told Rachel they had plenty in common. Rachel jumped up and rushed to her half sister, offering her arms for a hug, which Bethany returned without hesitation.

Rachel smiled as she stepped back. A loving husband should be. The more introverted Eden surprised Rachel by offering Bethany a hug, too. Bethany looked between them, her eyes soft with approval. Bethany nodded. I had my own investigation done, maybe not as thorough as what you all could make happen, but I learned one thing for sure.

You definitely got the raw end of the deal staying with our mother. Rachel gave her a reassuring smile. But according to my investigator, Andrea was big on one-night stands with nameless strangers that year after she left your father.

Did she think they might not be sisters? Rachel knew better. Their looks, their mannerisms, their viewpoint on the world? They were related. They were sisters. Bethany turned whiter than the stucco on their island villa, while Rachel felt faint. It was a yearly tradition, allowing the two couples to have a date night during the busy holiday season.

Aristide came over to do up the catch on her necklace. He met her eyes in the mirror. She reached up to cup his face, meeting his gorgeous Aegean-blue eyes. My dreams are dry sand blowing on the beach without you by my side. Of what use is my wealth or my business if my family is not here to share the benefits? He kissed her until she melted into him, then it was his turn to meet her gaze, his own intense and dark with emotion.

Your heart is what gives my life joy. Doubting its beauty, generosity or passion hurt both of us and I never will again. I have to show you my love, just as—honestly? You deserve everything from me that I expect to get from you.

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Eden was laughing with joy and anticipation as she landed on the bed with her very amorous husband. Sebastian watched his wife walk aimlessly around their bedroom. As much as he knew she was in emotional turmoil, so he could not act on it, his libido was sparked into heated need by the sight of her in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties and pretty matching bra. She turned to face him, her body silhouetted in the setting sun out their balcony window.

How could my mother do that? I anticipate a great deal of matchmaking from him and my mother. That was just his mind playing hopeful tricks on him. I think Phillipa should be there, as well. Sebastian did his best to tamp down the lust surging at the sight of his beautiful, scantily clad wife. Rachel nodded. I wanted to give Vincent some time to adjust to the news and she wanted a chance to do some last-minute shopping in Athens.

He was convinced Bethany had a great deal in common with his generous-hearted and loving wife. Rachel stopped in front of him, stopping his hands from finishing the buttons on his shirt. Sebastian gave himself permission to give in to his own desire and swept her up onto the top of the dressing table, scattering jars and feminine detritus with a sweep of his hand.

Sebastian undid her bra with a flick of his wrist and then peeled the garment from her body, sucking in a heated breath at the sight of her plump breasts tipped by turgid nipples. The scent of her musk reached him and he groaned. She lifted her hips for him as he pushed her underwear down, helping him to get rid of the panties completely in a couple of wriggles that about sent him into the sexual stratosphere.

Her answer to that was another mind-melting kiss. I want you naked and inside me. How could he do anything but what she asked, shucking his slacks and underwear in a couple of jerky movements. He reached down to touch her silky, wet flesh, loving the heat he found waiting for him.

She moved against his hand, abandoned to pleasure. And she was his. He lifted her thighs, spreading them wide and tilting her back so he could press the head of his sex against the core of her body. Please, I need you inside me, connected to me, keeping me connected to our life, our love, the present, not the past. He understood exactly what she needed and was touched beyond measure she trusted him enough to tell him.

He thrust forward, seating himself inside her tight, slick, heat. She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders. She came faster than he expected but with all the signs of satisfied passion and brought him inexorably over the edge with her, his shout echoing around them in the room. Her soft laughter washed over him as she snuggled into his arms. Nothing would make Sebastian happier. His little brother and wife deserved to be as happy as Sebastian and Rachel were.

Rachel watched her children open gifts from their newly discovered aunt, her heart so full, she could barely keep it in. Nothing like their mother, she was clearly awed by the Kouros wealth, but not greedy for it.

Bethany was a natural caretaker, wanting to help with the Christmas preparations, and delighted to add her modest gifts to the others under the giant tree in the main living room.

No generic classics or hottest book for this age group in the bunch, but each one clearly a personal gift from a woman who admitted to finding solace and joy in her own reading over the difficult years of caring for elderly parents and having very little social life outside those responsibilities.

My dear daughter, if I could have prevented you being raised by that woman, I would have done it, even if it meant giving you to someone else to raise. I cannot grieve the fact your sister had a chance at a happy childhood. Hearing that heals my heart. So now her dad was just clearly delighted to have both his daughters and the rest of the family around him, and Rachel felt just absolutely happy to be exactly where she was.

I am deliriously happy to be here with our families, to have our wonderful children showing such warm appreciation for their gifts, no matter how big or small. It was natural to provide for our children as they prepare to leave the nest. You just wanted to make me the de facto owner of the island and villa after me refusing it all these years. I was saying that to me, and your mama, you and your brother, Theodore, are the best children in the world. Eden sighed happily as her daughter embraced her husband with such enthusiasm.

He was such a good, loving father. And an amazing husband. She hoped he understood the intent behind her gift to him and the children, hoped it settled once and for all his worries about their relationship. Your papa has a gift to open that is also for you and your sister. He opened his arms and their usually too-old-to-cuddle son joined him and Angel beside Eden on the sofa. Eden handed Angel the box, but she showed her loving nature by offering it to Theo to open.

So they both ripped the Christmas-themed paper from their end of the box, tearing it away and then handing the box to their dad to finish opening. Aristide lifted the lid and looked inside, his expression warming with unmistakable delight at what he found inside. No way would he enjoy day after day at theme parks and zoos that required miles of walking to see and experience.

Rachel too. Then he turned to Eden. The trip to Southern California was incredible. This was beyond anything he had expected. He had been given a tuxedo in a style that made him look like a living Prince Charming. Then Eden was there, her dress decadent and beautiful, reminding him that she loved fairy tales as much their children. Aristide went halfway down the aisle to meet her, irresistibly drawn to the beautiful woman he had married. He had to have his hand on her. They spoke their renewal vows before their family, her father having flown over for the ceremony.

Not caring if other diners understood his need to do so, Aristide pulled his wife into his lap, the voluminous skirts of her gown cascading over his thighs. With more than seven million copies of her books in print worldwide, award-winning and USA TODAY bestselling author Lucy Monroe has published over sixty books and had her stories translated for sale all over the world. While she writes multiple subgenres of romance, all her books are sexy, deeply emotional and adhere to the concept that love will conquer all.

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Leave this field empty. Subscribers can unsubscribe at any time.. Free , Uncategorized. He called them enticing as hell. Something that bothered her. She would share when she was ready. You are my wife. Even after more than fifteen years and four children. My love, please, more! You tell me. We see each other several times a week at the foundation offices. She could have said something. I did not because I am not stupid.

I knew. I merely pointed out why it might have been difficult for Rachel to share anything important with you. Aristide shrugged into his suit jacket, looking every bit the part of the billionaire tycoon.

Your children know you in a way you have never known your father, even since he came to live with us after his stroke. You usually dress down for dinner. We agreed to go last month. Was the problem not only that he doubted her love, but his own was starting to wane after two years of what he considered neglect? Two years. In the beginning, Eden had justified the hours she put in because it was all new. That had never happened. Eden now worked longer hours than ever, with no end in sight.

Despite his demanding schedule as Director of International Development for Kouros Enterprise, Aristide had made the time to attend both, though. What did that say about how Eden prioritized her time? She was a singularly blessed wife and mother who was finally realizing that maybe her choices over the past two years had been a little messed up. They reached the dining room and the whole family was there. The Kouros clan ate early, with their children, and that was something Eden had always liked.

Angel came rushing over for a hug. I want one like it. She smiled back, blushing at the compliment about her pretty green holiday dress. Kiriakis let Bea and Leo each invite three guests.

I was one of them. Papa said I had to get through university before even thinking about stuff like that. What other nine-year-old child did she know who wanted to watch documentaries on childbirth and parenting customs in different cultures? Angel made up stories about the people around them when they were out, and those stories were inevitably about love found, lost or hoped for.

Eleven-year-old Theo was not similarly inclined, far too interested in his science experiments and technology to even see girls yet. And frankly, Eden was perfectly content for her son to be that way. Crushes and crushing romantic disappointment would come soon enough. Dinner was pleasant, everyone chatting about what they wanted to do on the island for the holidays.

Eden apologized to Phillipa and Vincent for missing lunch with them. Had her discussion with the potential donor been those things? Aristide was right. The question was: Why? What had made her feel like she could never say no to anything to do with the foundation? And more important, was this the way she wanted to keep living?

She knew the answer to the latter, if not the former. And it was a resounding no. Smothering a yawn, she looked around guiltily to see if anyone else noticed. Rachel was looking at Eden with an expression of sympathy mixed with worry. She swiped at her cheeks unobtrusively, hoping again that no one else had noticed. No party tonight, no talking to the guests about your eminently worthy charity.

You are so exhausted, your emotions are a mess. Why is Aunt Eden crying? Her father, Sebastian, pulled the toddler from her chair and into his lap.

Aunt Eden is just overtired, and you know how I get when your mama neglects herself. And that would scare all the children. Then he turned to their children. Just tired. Eden gave both her children a wobbly smile and blew them kisses.

Eden felt the tears more imminent and let her head fall against Aristide, turning her face to hide it in his neck. Aristide laid his wife on the bed, the expression in her rainwater-gray eyes so tragic it was all he could do not to growl. He removed her clothes with little help as she seemed so drained, she was incapable of doing it for herself.

When he went to put a nightgown over her head, she looked up at him with a grief that broke his heart. I miss us. Eden loved the innocent-looking cotton gowns and Aristide had to admit he found them even more sexy than the titillating lingerie she donned occasionally. Understanding reflected in her gray gaze and the tension seemed to drain out of her. He did not need to beat a dead horse rehashing it all. Though he did bring his laptop to bed, working for a while before watching some news reports and then a late-night comedy talk show that helped him to wind down and sleep himself.

He felt Eden stirring in the early hours of the morning and came out of slumber with one thought on his mind. Making love to his wife. She was eager, but he wanted this to last. I want you inside me, part of me. I need it, husband! Are you sure? I love you! With every beat of my heart. Not that he thought she loved him that way. But part of him, a small part barely worth noting, was unsure. He wanted to be inside her, as well.

Wanted to feel the ecstasy of swollen, silken tissues stretching around his sex, accepting him and pleasuring him.

Two becoming one in a way that was both mystical and profoundly prosaic. I am your woman. Things will get better. I promise. Could he trust his beautiful and oh-so-precious wife to now keep this promise? Did he have a choice? Aristide loved Eden so deeply he did not know where he ended and she began.

She was the center of his life, her and their two children. She gasped and then told him how wonderful it felt. He gritted his teeth, holding back a shout of pleasure that would have woken the children down the hall. Even with the sound-dampening walls of the villa. It is a gift neither of us should ever take for granted.

They made love then, only words of love and pleasure whispered between them until he felt the imminence of her orgasm. He twisted his hips on each downward thrust, lifting her legs and spreading her thighs wider so he could get that last couple of centimeters of penetration.

His own body wanted to explode, but Aristide would not allow the climax to come. He kept thrusting through her pleasure, drawing more from her body until she whimpered and went lax under him. Only then did he give in and thrust more powerfully once, twice and three times, exploding in ecstatic pleasure, his own shout also loud.

He needed this closeness. She laid her head on his chest, her hand over his heart, and just breathed for long moments, her body as close to his as she could get it. Then she spoke. The fact that the cause had taken her from him so completely, not so much.

He shook his head. It will continue to do that good with you as the guiding light. No, of course not.

That role takes a lot less time. I travel. I prefer to have my family with me as you once did, too. We have commitments that come with great wealth and responsibility. The foundation is only part of that. How do you think I cut back so drastically on my travel when I regained my memory? You know your father has worked for me in a part-time capacity since a month after coming to live with us.

That…that makes sense. You really did delegate, and not just when Dad came to live with us. He had to shift her up his body so he could kiss her again. What did you wonder? For my stupidity in believing Kassandra was my friend and yours. I forgave you a long time ago for your mistakes. I knew you loved me. For two years, no matter what I said, or did. This desperate knowledge that what I was doing was important and the fear of letting not just the people at the foundation down, but all the children we help.

You are the very air that I breathe. Aristide had to believe. And in doing so, his own pain was diminished, his fears allayed. I suffocate when you are not around. No more missing. From now on, I remember that you need me as much as any child the foundation serves.

Only you can give me what I need. How could she not be moved by her husband saying such amazing, loving things? Her fear of not being enough, her intrinsic need to be everything to everyone, began to break apart inside her. She needed to be wife to this man. She needed to be mother to her children, sister-in-law, aunt, daughter-in-law, and yes, daughter to her mostly reformed workaholic father.

Not when there were so many talented, generous people who wanted to help. Eden suddenly knew exactly what she needed to get her husband and children for Christmas. Rachel walked hand in hand with Sebastian on the private beach outside their island villa.

The sun was just starting to lighten the sky, turning the water golden orange with its light, the morning air briskly cool.

He squeezed her hand. I like the quiet and the cool of the morning, knowing our family is safe and secure in our home, but you and I have these moments of privacy. My brother loves his wife and he is too stubborn to lose her to her own desire to help others. I thought when I agreed to work there, she would step back a little, but she just took on more commitments in other areas.

Perhaps even as much as my own ideal wife. Unmistakable cries of ecstasy sounded from open windows on the second floor of the villa and Rachel felt relief pour through her. Glad that Eden and Aristide had found some sort of rapprochement, Rachel let her mind wander back to her own issues. Sebastian swore in Greek even as he swept her around to lean into him.

Andrea had had another child. Her mother passed this last year, after a prolonged illness that ended in organ failure. It is one of the many things I love most about you. Her cousins are closer to the age of your mother. That is undoubtedly why we are so well matched. He leaned down and kissed her with satisfying passion. Compassionate almost to a fault.

To me, you are perfect. He swept her up and threw her over his shoulder. What are you doing? I am very happy my mother found your father and it makes me very pleased to see them holding hands, or kissing. The driver brought Bethany to the restaurant in Athens that Rachel had picked out for this first meeting. The food was good, but more important, there was a small room they kept in the back for business meetings or small social gatherings.

The table easily sat ten, but was laid for five at one end. But it was the look in her wary green eyes that told Rachel they had plenty in common.

She looked shell-shocked, hopeful and a little terrified all at the same time. Rachel jumped up and rushed to her half sister, offering her arms for a hug, which Bethany returned without hesitation. A loving husband should be. The more introverted Eden surprised Rachel by offering Bethany a hug, too. Bethany nodded. I had my own investigation done, maybe not as thorough as what you all could make happen, but I learned one thing for sure.

You definitely got the raw end of the deal staying with our mother. Rachel shrugged. It was worth it. Rachel gave her a reassuring smile. But according to my investigator, Andrea was big on one-night stands with nameless strangers that year after she left your father. Did she think they might not be sisters?

Rachel knew better. Their looks, their mannerisms, their viewpoint on the world? They were related.Aristide was right. Not like you. Rachel laid her arms on his shoulders, locking her hands against his neck and leaning forward to kiss him. Subscribers can unsubscribe at any time. Her eyes widened at his cold tone, their green depths darkening in confusion.

Dinner cannot wait.