His whole body stiffens at first, then slowly melts into my touch when I run my nails through his hair, down his neck.
He sighs, head tilting back.
“That feels good,” he rumbles.
“Does it?” I whisper, leaning in. “You’re so tense. You weren’t expecting to hear that about your uncle?”
“No.” His jaw clenches. “He’s always been selfish, but harmless until now. But the idea of him trying to strong arm my business from me? Makes me fucking homicidal.”
“I get it. I do.” I press a kiss to the curve of his neck. “So, what happens next?”
“Next?” His voice tightens. “We go back to Mykonos. I have to make sure the General stops interfering with the mine. To do that, I need to cut off Dimitri’s influence.”
“Is your uncle in Mykonos?”
“He has a home there. Lavish. He likes to play Prince of the People. Pretends he’s the benevolent Stavros while gutting my legacy behind closed doors.”
“I see.” I circle to face him. “When do we leave?”
“After breakfast with Li. I need him to formally agree to use his influence with the general.”
I nod slowly, tilting my head.
“So, are we in for the night then, husband?”
His eyes lock on mine.
The storm is still there, swirling deep, but now it’s tempered by heat.
Hunger. Possession.
“Yes,” he hisses.
“Perfect. Because I’ve been dying to do something since dinner.”
He raises an eyebrow, sensing the shift in my tone.
“And what’s that, Cece?”
“Have dessert,” I say as I slowly lower myself to my knees.
The air crackles between us. My fingers move to his belt, and I pull down his zipper, freeing him from his slacks.
His breath catches.
My eyes widen.
Moisture floods my panties, heat spreading everywhere.
He’s so beautiful.
Dicks normally aren’t. I mean, let’s face it, they’re a little peculiar looking to be honest.
But his? His cock is fucking gorgeous. Long, curved, thick, uncut with a powerful vein running along the underside.
My mouth is watering to taste him.
He’s already hard. Already waiting.
