Crisis averted. Don’t think about what could’ve happened.
Even though I told Ryo he could spend the night here, he declined, saying he’d be back first thing in the morning.
After the men shook hands for the second time, things didn’t feel as tense anymore, and I could focus on catching up with my brother.
Pressing the start button, I shut the door and let out a sigh as the machine begins to clean the dishes.
When I walk back to the living room, I hear Augusto say, “Thanks, Christiano. I’ll keep you updated as things progress.”
He comes into the foyer, and noticing me, he gives me a comforting smile. “How are you holding up, my love?”
“I’m okay.” I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around his waist, taking a deep breath of his scent. “It’s a lot to process, but I’m happy.” I tilt my head up so I can meet his eyes. “Thank you for not killing Ryo and agreeing to help him. I know I’m asking a lot of you.”
He cups my cheeks, his gaze softening on me. “You’re welcome, my little shapeshifter.” Bending down, he gives me a quick kiss. “I’m going to shower. Get ready for bed.” He pulls away and walks toward the stairs, but then stops to add, “My bed. I want you to move all your clothes over to the third floor. No separate rooms anymore.”
A grin spreads over my face as I follow him up the stairs. “Okay. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
When I turn to go to my bedroom, Augusto grabs hold of my hand, and I have no choice but to go up to the third floor with him.
I let out a chuckle as I ask, “What about getting ready for bed?”
“All you have to do is strip naked, my wife. Don’t think for one moment you’re going to get any sleep tonight.”
Ohhhh…
After we walk into Augusto’s bedroom, he lets go of my hand and heads to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on while I take a good look around me.
Where my bedroom is all light colors, his is dark.
“Yuki,” he calls from the bathroom, and I walk to the door, giving him a questioning look.
He unbuttons his shirt, his expression filled with dominance, which makes my core clench and my stomach erupt with flutters.
“Get naked, my wife.”
My eyes rake over his chest as he drops his shirt on the floor, and while I toe off my sneakers, I enjoy the show he’s giving me.
When he pushes his pants down his muscled thighs, I remember how he didn’t fit all the way inside me, and I begin to worry that it might become a problem.
Augusto lifts his hand to my jaw and strokes his thumb over my skin. “What’s that worried look for?”
My eyebrows pull together. “What if you don’t fit again?”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and his expression fills with dark desire. “That’s the last thing you need to worry about. I told you I love the way your pussy fights my cock. It’s a big turn on for me.”
It feels like my cheeks turn the brightest shade of red. It’s one thing hearing him talk dirty while we’re in the heat of the moment, but a whole different thing right now.
Augusto’s smile grows as he steps closer to me, and taking hold of my top, he tugs it over my head before reaching behind me to unhook my bra. “I said get naked, wife.”
Right.
The moment I remove my pants and underwear, Augusto’s hand covers my breast while his other arm snakes around my back, tugging me against him.
He massages and tweaks my nipple as he ducks his head low to press kisses to my throat.
My abdomen clenches, and I feel myself growing wet between my legs as I rub my palms up and down his chest.
Ohhhh, yes.
