Martinez’s POV"I don't give a fuck what Lawrence says, prepare the cars," I barked into the phone, slamming it shut before stepping back into the brightly lit gallery hall.The exhibition was finally winding down, and the results were staggering. My associates might be ruthless bastards, but they were filthy rich, and they knew better than to leave my house without buying my wife’s work. Rodah had just pulled in a whopping three million dollars from her very first art sales. Three million. The realization of her own worth was written all over her face, her eyes sparkling with a raw, triumphant energy that made my dick twitch against my trousers.I grabbed her lower back, steering her out of the lingering crowd and straight up the grand staircase to our master bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut, I pinned her against it, my mouth crashing down onto hers. I kissed her deeply, my tongue invading her mouth, tasting the sweet champagne and the hot, wanton flavor of the woman who ha
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