Chapter 104

"Pardon?"

Maren's head whipped towards her husband sharply, confusion filling her pupils.

Enrico sucked in a deep breath and dropped the curling iron, moving it aside and perching his tight ass against the table.

Then he pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants to keep them from reaching out to his wife.

Because the moment he touched her, he would forget every other thing he was going to say