It was like she had received a prison sentence. She guessed it was better than being in a real prison, but by just a little. That was the last thing she remembered as she fell asleep.
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Dante came home to find Madison asleep on the bed. She was still wearing what could be called her wedding dress and it had inched up her legs as she slept. He remembered those legs wrapped around his head, waist and over his shoulders. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a shaky breath.
He had gotten what he wanted. He was married to Madison, but from the way she responded it seemed like it would only be long enough to dodge a prison sentence. But it gave him something he didn’t have before.
Time. Time to show Madison how much he loved her. Time for her to come to terms with who he was. Time for her to love him back. Now to convince her to stay married to him.
Dante went into his walk-in closet to take his suit off and threw on jeans and a henley. He left Madison in the bedroom to sleep and headed to the kitchen. The day had been nuts, and he doubted she had eaten so he would prepare something light for her.
He got set to get the things ready to make her toast and scrambled eggs. When he had spoken to Tony, Dante told him to move some holdings under Madison’s name. He had also added her to his credit card accounts. New cards were being mailed for her. In the meantime, she could use his. He didn’t want her to not have whatever she needed or whatever she wanted.
Dante had a feeling Madison didn’t do little extras for herself, and that was something he was going to do for her during their time together. He sensed her presence and looked up to find her standing at the edge of the living room where it met the kitchen.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from scanning over her body, and his dick hardened. He wanted her. But like when they had first slept together. It was going to have to be her choice. She would have to make the move.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi.”
“I guess I fell asleep.” She shivered under his gaze and ran one hand up and down the opposite arm as if to warm herself up and to keep him away.
“Yeah, no worries. It’s been a day for you. I was going to make you something to eat once you woke up.”
“You don’t have to, I could do it myself.”
“It’s no trouble. I have to make something for myself.”
“True. But it doesn’t mean you have to make extra for me.”
“That’s true, but like I said, it’s no problem. I want to.”
“Ok then. I guess go ahead. I’ll go change out of this.” She tugged at the hem of her dress.”
“That’s nice. Is it one of yours? I don’t remember seeing it before.”
“Yes.” She looked away. “I was keeping it for something special.”
That gave Dante hope, that she chose something special to wear for their wedding. “Where is the pocket in this one?”
“Here.” She flipped up the bottom and showed him the pocket. Well, he guessed she showed it to him. When she had lifted her dress to show the pocket, she lifted it higher than she would need to in order to show it. It revealed her lace panties to his eyes. These ones in a light brown color that hinted at what was underneath.
He could smell her arousal from across the room and her nipples became more visible in the dress. Had she been aroused by him looking at her?
He looked at her face, and it was flushed. Her eyes looked darker, and there was longing, arousal and something else flicker across her face before it disappeared.
“I better go change.” Her voice came out breathy. She was quick to turn around, and he watched her ass as she ran for the bedroom.
She still wanted him in a sexual way. But that wasn’t enough for Dante. He wanted her heart too. He wasn’t opposed to starting their physical relationship up again, but he wanted their friendship back.
She came out a few minutes later. He was scrambling the eggs and the toast had popped up.
“Here let me help you. I don’t expect you to do everything while we’re married.” She came into the kitchen and grabbed plates. She put the toast on each one and went to the fridge for the butter, jam, and honey.
The honey had been something they had picked up at one of their farmer’s market trips. She remembered he liked it drizzled on his toast. She took it all to the table as he served the eggs onto both plates and brought them to the table, where she had already taken a seat.
He placed a plate in front of her and then himself. He looked at her, but her eyes darted away and she picked up a fork and shoveled eggs in her mouth. But then she looked up at him and moaned.
