He removes his fingers, stroking my ass with his hands instead. I stay with my face buried in his neck for several long minutes, inhaling the intoxicating scent of myrrh.
“How are you so good at it?” I mutter.
He chuckles. “Feeling blessed to have such a talented husband?”
“How are you able to do things so well while claiming to be a virgin?”
He laughs, his chest vibrating beneath me. I don’t know if it’s post-orgasmic bliss or something else, but I find even that insanely attractive.
“It makes very little difference whether I fuck fifty women or fuck a single woman fifty times in my head.”
I lift my head to look at him in the dim light. “It does. There’s a whole experience thing here.”
“Nah. Someone gave you the wrong information. All you need is knowledge of pussy anatomy and a good imagination. And I happen to be a genius at both.”
I laugh, but it dies halfway when I recall his previous point. “And who did you imagine fucking fifty times?”
“You, of course, Angel. Didn’t I tell you my dick has very high standards? Just because you can make this poor thing come with a touch of your pinky doesn’t mean anyone could.” He presses small kisses to my lips.
I giggle. “But it’s not like you’ve been thinking that way about me forever.”
“I started thinking about you that way after the New Year’s party at the Mikhailov palace—before your nineteenth birthday.”
I lean up a little more. “When you came with Zan to meet me?”
“Exactly when you scolded Zan for bringing me there.”
I chuckle. “Of course. I didn’t want to see you then.”
“And now?” he mutters, his smile fading.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I say, looking away.
He removes his hands from my ass and wrap me into a tight hug. “No. Not until you tell me.”
I roll my eyes, teasing him. “And here I thought I married a smart man.”
He chuckles, his hands moving slowly up and down my back. I bury my face in his neck again.
chapter 40
Matleon
I rub my chin, raising a brow, my eyes locked on the screen displaying this month’s major returns chart. Dexter Walker has made impressive progress in such a short time. His name sits at the very bottom of the chart for now, but I can already see it climbing to the top by the end of next year. The boy has talent. I knew it the moment I saw the models he built, that’s why I invested in the first place.
The doorbell of the guest house rings.
I get up from the couch, walk to the door, and open it. My eyes land on the smiling woman standing in front of me, a casserole cradled in her hands. A smile reaches my lips instantly, unbidden and genuine.
I step aside to let her in, glance outside to make sure there’s no third wheel lurking around, then close the door, making sure to lock it.
I’ve been buried in meetings since morning and didn’t get to see her after breakfast. It’s already one in the afternoon now.
I follow her into the kitchen.
“Your lunch,” she says, turning around by the counter.
I lift her easily, my hands settling on her ass, and place her on the counter beside the casserole. Leaning in close, my mouth hovering near her face, I murmur, “Mmm… my lunch.”
