“Are any of them here tonight?” Goddamn, the uncertainty in her voice guts me.
“No, kitten. Or, if they are, I don’t remember them. It’s not like we dated, or I’d ever dream of taking them home.”
Her eyes are wide with distress and uncertainty. “If you didn’t take them home, did you have sex with themhere?”
I clench my jaw before deciding on honesty. “Occasionally. But, that’s in the past. Remember what we promised each other, Caterina, and the next time Bibi’s talking shit, ask me about it instead of believing the worst.”Though the worst may be true at times.
“I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “Never apologize formypast. You’re my wife, and the only woman I want, okay?”
She smiles, clearly relieved, and drains the contents of her cocktail before telling the bartender she wants another. I’m not sure that’s a good idea, but that fucking smile has me letting it slide.
For a time, we drink and people watch. A few of our men who are here partying tonight come over, giving Caterina respectful nods. The women they’re with are not brought over or introduced. They’re not wives, they’re outsiders, and Caterina will never see them again.
Beso comes over to introduce himself, his eyes raking up and down Caterina’s form in her hot little dress. I recall what Armando told me of Beso’s sexual preferences – young girls,veryyoung,when he’s in his late forties. I tell him she’s my wife in a tone that’s unmistakable, and the club owner nearly shits himself, kissing ass and backing away. Maybe he’s not a complete fool.
Speaking of wives, I glance around looking for Gia. She’s dancing by herself. Armando hovers nearby, glaring at anyone who dares approach her. I should probably let her and Caterina have some time together, but I can’t stand the notion of letting Caterina step out of my reach. Too many fucking assholes here who would come crawling like flies seeking honey the second they saw her alone.
I fight the fatigue rising up inside me. It’s been a long day. I’ve been waking early to explore with Caterina while I work late most nights.
“Could we dance?” Caterina asks, interrupting my drowsy thoughts. Her words are slightly slurred. She’s tipsy. Maybe more than tipsy. One dance and then I’m taking her home.
“Wecan do anything we like in our city,” I remind her before leading her toward the dance floor.
Despite my earlier words, the club isn’t that dead tonight but a look is all it takes to have others bunching closer together to give us space. I pull Caterina’s body close to mine, relishing that sweet vanilla and clove scent that helps me ignore the stink of sweaty bodies and heavy cologne around us.
Then, I catch a guy blatantly checking out my wife’s ass and lose my shit. “Eyes up or I’ll end you.” He’s an outsider, some fucking loser hoping to bust his nut tonight, but he still heeds my warning, tripping over his feet to leave the dancefloor.
“Is it my dress? I didn’t mean to make you angry,” Caterina says, softly.
“What? No, that’s… fuck it.” I drag her off the dancefloor and toward one of the back offices where I can hear myself think. “You can wear whatever you wish. If you want to look sexy when we go out, believe me, I won’t complain. But, don’t expect me to not be myself when I see other men staring at you disrespectfully.”
From worry to amusement, I love the way her lips twitch. “So, you’re just being a possessive caveman husband and you’re not mad?” Feigning annoyance at her amusement, I narrow my eyes and nod. She giggles like the girl she is.
“You like that, huh? Like knowing you have the power to drive me mad?” She bites her bottom lip again and agrees. “Maybe you’ll like this, too.”
Swiftly locking the door, I turn her over a convenient desk. It may be Beso’s – I don’t give a fuck as I caress her ass. “Alessio?!” Caterina yelps as my hands find the hem of that little dress.
Flipping the skirt up over her back, I nearly fall to my knees when I see the black lace thong she’s wearing. “You dressed like this for me, right?” I growl, leaning close so that my mouth is right beside her ear.
She nods and I can hear that breathy excitement I’m becoming intimately familiar with when she answers, “For you, Alessio. I wanted to turn you on. I wanted you to forget every woman before me.”
“You already turn me on.”And I already have.
Grasping the thong, I pull it aside, smirking like the devil when I see her lower lips glistening. “Fucking wet, my naughty little wife.” She whispers a plea, and, with a groan, I spread her wider and bury my face between her thighs, relishing her stifled cries as I lick her hot, sweet pussy until she comes all over my tongue.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she whimpers, boneless and breathless where she lies.
“Who says I’m finished?” Turning her around, I lay her back across the desk, enjoying the way her arousal drips onto the papers covering the desk. I hope it’s fucking Beso’s desk. Then, I swirl my tongue around her clit, reaching my hand down the front of her dress so I can touch her tits. “No bra, Caterina? Sexy dresses are one thing, but I’m not sure I like you going braless outside of our bedroom.” I pinch her nipple, turning her giggles into gasps. “How will I punish you?”
Her eyes are dark with lust and longing. I’m definitely going to eat her out some more.
But Caterina is becoming quite good at surprising me. “I think my punishment shouldn’t be all about my pleasure in this instance,” she says, pushing at my chest. I let her stand and adjust her thong. She starts undoing my belt and zipper.
“What are you planning? Are you going to pull out your little knife from somewhere and cut my dick off?”
She shakes her head, grinning sweetly. “No, I’m going to suck it instead.”
