Her voice tore through my rising arousal. “Of course.”

The gruffness in my voice made Ayla risk a glance up at my face. Then she hurried into the bathroom. Terrifying my young wife before I had to claim her was a fucking stupid thing to do.

Loosening my tie, I walked over to the bench and sank down. My wedding ring, similar to my last one, seemed to mock me. I set my tie down beside me, listening to the sound of running water. Ayla would need patience and care. I had never had much of either to begin with. Since the mess with Maya , even less than before....