“You said Ainsley loves Lucca.”
“Yes. She told me that.”
“So you love me.”
“I don’t see how you’re coming to your conclusion. I just said I wouldn’t want to be with someone who I loved and who didn’t love me back.”
“Fine. I stand corrected. But Ainsley didn’t start out loving Lucca.”
“Ok, that’s fair. What does a real marriage mean to you?”
“I think you know, but I’ll spell it out so there is no confusion. We sleep together. We communicate. We make our own family. It’s simple. What do you say?” He leaned back into her space.
“I don’t want to make any decisions today.”
“Ok. I’m going to get ready for bed.”
Madison rolled over on her side. After the day she had, she hoped she passed out and stayed asleep on her side of the bed.
****
Dante slipped into bed next to Madison. He had noticed she changed her sleepwear from what she wore when they would sleep together. Instead of a scrap of lace she had been wearing, she had on lounge pants and a tank with a shirt on top. She made it clear there would be no physical contact. He believed he could handle it, but after having to remove her hand five times from his cock, he had decided that he didn’t need any more sleep. Tonight, he had put on loose sweats over his boxer briefs.
He didn’t want her hands on his cock again. Not until she was ready to be with him. He lay on his back and waited. It didn’t take long before she came over to his side. He let her rest her head on his chest.
It wasn’t normal for them to sleep like this, but had on occasion after rounds of sex when she was on top. He took in her scent and let her breathing lull him to sleep. It didn’t last for long when her hand slipped down his thigh and found him hard and waiting.
He hadn’t bothered to try a cold shower, because just being around her could get him hard and he didn’t jack off because that wouldn’t help. Nothing would stop him from getting hard for her.
Her hand traveled back up his stomach and before he could catch her hand, it had snuck in under his pants and boxer briefs and grabbed hold of him. She gave him a hand job, while her beaded nipples pressed into his chest.
“Madison, baby.” He stopped her hand.
“Dante.”
The hairs on his body stood up when she said his name. When they were together he would have taken her once she was awake, but now, he hoped he could get her hand off and her back on her side of the bed without waking her.
He had listened to her cry when he left the room last night. He hoped she didn’t think he didn’t want her anymore. But he wanted her without reservations. If she couldn’t accept his background, then they would have to divorce. He couldn’t live like this. Even if they found a place where she had her own room.
What kind of marriage would that be? Not one he wanted to be a part of. Neither of them would be happy. But he was firm on the fact that they wouldn’t sleep together until she was ready to accept him in all ways. That was what he needed and he wouldn’t back down.
Dante had most of her fingers off of him when he knew she had woken up. Her body went from pliant to stiff. He froze. Did she want him to keep removing her hand or did she want to take it back herself? What would be less embarrassing for her?
“Dante.” This time her voice was resigned. She took her hand off of him and out of his hand. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not a problem.”
“You’re wearing boxers and pants?”
“Yeah.”
“And it still happened.”
“Yeah.”
“There is no way we can go on like this.” She rolled back to her side. “Why can’t I just stay at my apartment until we find a place? It would be better than this.”
She had him there. “After what happened with the Donnettis, I don’t feel comfortable not having you here.”
