I groan in pain but get it together enough to grab her from the waist again and haul her back into me. “Sweetness,” I rumble, “it’s me.”
She whips around, and her eyes go wide. “Matteo Antonov, don’t you ever do that again!” she shrieks, poking me with her pink-painted nail. “You scared the shit out of me.”
I raise my hands in a placating gesture. “I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t expecting that, but, damn, I’m proud of you. You might’ve done some permanent damage.”
I place my hand over my dick, and she glances down, her eyes turning sympathetic.
“I’m so sorry,” she coos, stepping toward me. “I thought I was being attacked.”
“I know. That’s my bad.” I grip the curves of her hips and pull her toward me for a quick kiss. “But you did good.”
She beams with pride.
“Now that Matteo’s almost been taken down by his fiancée, let’s have lunch,” Dominick says with a shit-eating grin.
“Actually,” Bri says, glancing at her phone, “you guys have a tux fitting to get to. Lorenzo is meeting you there in thirty minutes.”
“Shit,” I grumble. “I forgot about that.”
As much as I can’t wait to marry Dani, suits and tuxes are the banes of my existence.
“And then, afterward, you’re meeting Dani at the bakery to pick out the cake,” Bri adds.
Fuck, I forgot about that too.
“You owe me for this,” I say to Dani playfully, grabbing her chin and pressing a quick peck to her lips. “Tuxes … cake tasting … I wouldn’t do this shit for anyone but you.”
“I’ll repay you tonight,” she murmurs, then leans in so no one else can hear. “With my mouth around your cock.”
Best fiancée ever.
“We have vanilla,chocolate, red velvet, almond …” The baker continues to point to each cake sample and reads the label while I wonder why any of this is necessary.
Who fucking cares what the flavor of the cake is? Pick one, and let’s keep it moving. Hell, if you can’t decide, make it like a birthday cake—chocolate and vanilla—and call it a day.
But I keep those thoughts to myself because Dani’s staring at each cake sample like her entire future depends on it.
The baker finally finishes reading off the samples—I swear to you, there’s thirty here—and smiles. “I’ll let you taste, and if you have any questions, let me know.”
She walks away, and Dani sighs. “How are we supposed to taste all of these? There are so many.”
“We can bring them home,” I say, lifting the chocolate cake to Dani’s lips.
She takes a bite, and several crumbs fall.
“I could sample each one on a different body part.”
She swallows her bite, and there’s a little bit left in the corner of her mouth, so I lean in and lick it off.
Her body shifts, and I don’t have to look to know her legs are clenching, and if I were to stick my hand in her pants, she’d be wet.
“Matteo,” she breathes. “We have to pick out a cake today.”
“Excuse me,” I say to the baker, who’s lingering in the back. “I’ll give you ten thousand dollars if you leave and come back in an hour.”
Her eyes go wide. “Um …”
“Twenty thousand.”
