“The world,” I correct. “Salv owns a plethora of businesses.”
“Okay. And Kazimir does something in tech.”
“Yes.”
Kazimir has the most lucrative legal venture. He is the owner of Vannah Tech. The leading competitor in computer programming and software. He would be on every Forbes list in every magazine if he ever showed his face. However, Kaz’s favorite role is as a contract killer.
“What about Mason? I always thought he was a politician.”
I chuckle at that. Most people thought that of Mason because he’s always rubbing shoulders with politicians.
“Mason does a little of everything. He’s a high-powered attorney. One of the most sought after in the country. He’s also a real estate developer and financier.” And a fucking kingpin, but I leave that off. Everything we have is because of my brother.
Nobody worked harder than he did to make sure that we gained not only enough money and success to feed us, but to make sure our great, great, great grandchildren would eat from us.
She lifts her head and looks up at me. “That is incredible. You know, if no one has told you this before, I want you to know I’m very proud of you guys. To start where you did and turn into the men you are, that’s amazing. I’m proud of you, and I know your parents would be proud of you too.”
Her words sent a warm feeling through my body. My heart pounds so rapidly it feels as if it will come out of my chest. I don’t know about my brothers, but damn if I didn’t need those words. Not just that my parents are proud, but for her to acknowledge how far we came and how much work went into it. Tiffany sees it. She saw all that we had overcome.
I place my forehead against hers and inhale before placing my lips on hers. Shoving my tongue into her mouth, I then pushed past her lips and teeth to tangle with hers. I needed this woman desperately. She kisses me back, just as greedy as I am.
Her hand comes up to cup my cheek. I don’t break the kiss as I tug at the string on the side of her bathing suit. The thing has a lot of strings, but I’ve been studying the fabric for hours now. I know exactly which one I needed to pull to get to what I wanted.
Her bottoms come undone. She pulls away from the kiss, her eyes glued to me. I push my hand down the front of her belly down to cup her warm center. She doesn’t take her gaze from mine, nor does she stop me. I pushed her left thigh, opening her legs wider. Looking into her eyes, I move the fabric of her suit to the side and delve my fingers into her wet center. My damn eyes cross at the warmth and snug fit of her tunnel. Although I’ve had my fingers, cock, and tongue buried inside my wife many times, every single time is as good as the first.
I move my two digits inside her slow and deep. She shuts her eyes, but I growl.
“Look at me.”
Her beautiful brown eyes pop back open. I move my fingers a little faster, enjoying the slippery wet sound she’s making for me. Pulling out of her hot center, I rub her already swollen nub in slow circles at first, and then faster.
She gasps, and her mouth opens. Using my other hand, I tug at the top of her bathing suit, releasing her full tits. We were out in the open. Although it wasn’t daylight, there was enough light that if anyone came back here, they could see my wife’s gorgeous pussy. Just the thought of that has me biting down onto my lip.
My fingers circle faster over her clit. Her breathing becomes more and more labored. Loud male laughter comes from the other side of our shrubs, letting me know someone is close enough that any sound from Tiffany will let them know exactly what we’re doing.
She must pick up on this too, because she tries to close her legs.
I stop rubbing her pearl. “Open those fucking legs.”
She whimpers, but spreads her legs back out. I move them even wider, placing them over the arm of the chair. Cupping one breast in my hand, I go back to working her clit.
Her moans go from quiet whimpers to loud whines. The music cuts down next door, going from a hum to damn near a whisper.
“Nico, they can hear me,” she whines lowly.
Grabbing her neck from the front, I pin her face to me.
“I don’t care. Give me that got damn nut.” I dip my fingers back into her creamy tunnel before dragging them out and going back to her bud. Her hips rotate as she chases her release. Her breathing picks up even more until she’s panting like she’s out of breath.
“That’s it, Angel. You’re almost there, don’t fight it.”
Her hands wrap around my wrist, and her nails dig into my skin. And then it happens. Her eyes shut, her mouth falls open, and her body shakes as she releases in my lap on a silent cry.
Within the next heartbeat, I have Tiffany underneath me in the lounge chair. With one hand over her head, I lower the back of the chair until it’s lying flat.
“Who the fuck told you to be quiet?” I growl down into her face.
Shoving my trunks down, I release my heavy cock. Grabbing her legs, I shove them up to her head and sink deep into her.
