He does have a nice ass.
“Are you two coming?”
“We are,” I shout. “Though I don’t mind the view.”
Hudson stops and turns. “What?”
“Let’s go, Prince,” I say and stride toward my strange husband. When I reach him, I lift onto my toes and kiss the dimple on his chin. “I don’t mind the view, I said.”
“What view?”
He’s oblivious, and I’m blushing because he’s making me say it. “The one of your ass as you’re walking away.” I stroll past him and lift my dress, make sure I put one foot in front of the other so my ass sashays and gives him a nice perspective. I don’t know what makes me so bold, but something about this man does.
He won’t hurt me, that’s one. Two, he’s mine to have if I want him. And I want him. I wanted him from the second I saw him. There’s something dirty and decadent about a man with gray around his ears and one with a penchant for protecting the weak.
Me, the dog, Mika, even the maid. The staff told me the circumstances of their hiring.
I’m another stray he’s picked up, one of many he’s taken home over the years. He doesn’t have to love me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like him or don’t want to have sex with him.
Because I do.
5
My wife is on the thinner side. It suits her well. She’s got a small frame, maybe five foot two, but her hips are quite wide with a gap between her thighs. She doesn’t look sickly thin. She looks just right.
From the amount of food she consumed during breakfast, which is very little, I don’t think she works hard to keep her body thin. I think it might be genes. Her mother, in her late sixties, wore an outfit from one of Blake’s collections and got approached by a soap maker for a commercial gig. The looks run in the family.
I wonder how that went. Maybe I’ll find out later, but now I’m too busy seething at my wife for what transpired while she lived in my (our) house alone.
Back in the kitchen, I throw the laptop on the table and corner her at the counter. I’m mad at her. I am. Images of her kissing a man that’s not me assault my brain, and I grab her by her hips and lift her on the counter. Princess throws her arms over my shoulders. I grab her chin. Not too hard because I’m not going to hurt my wife, but only enough to make her pay attention.
“I have given you freedoms that I’ll be taking back,” I say.
Her expression becomes alarmed. “What do you mean?”
“You are under the impression you’re single and can do whatever you want. You are not and will never be again. What you are, Benedetta, is my wife, and my wife doesn’t have men I don’t know inside my house unless the house is on fire and the men are fighting the fire.”
She smiles. “Firefighters are kind of hot. What do you do, then?”
“Let it burn.”
Her eyes ping-pong between my mouth and my eyes. I think she might kiss me. I will not fold. I’m mad at her. “Most people call me Benny. It’s easier to say.”
“I’m not most people to you, so I’ll call you whatever I want. Were you with another man while I was gone?”
Benny’s (There. It is easier to pronounce, but only in my head.) eyes are like saucers. “No.”
I pause to assess her the way I assess my business associates for lies. I don’t think she’s lying, but I can’t trust her because I don’t know her yet. I want to get to know her, which is why I’m going to resort to drastic measures.
I grab her hips and pull her in, pressing her wet slit against my hard cock. Benny licks her lips. “I bet your little pussy is throbbing.”
Benny leans in to kiss me, and I lift my face, not giving her access. She kisses my Adam’s apple. Fuck, that’s sexy. She’s gentle and reluctant, but if I make a move first, she gets brave and forward. I like this about her. I can’t quite predict what she’ll do. It’s nice for a change.
I’m the head of marketing. It’s my job to predict the market so that by the time we launch, we blaze a trail with a product everyone wants to buy or, at the very least, enter a booming market already there with a better product than everyone else’s.It’s my job to predict what that product looks like, and I do that by reading the customers.
I can’t quite read my wife.
“You smell great, Hudson,” she whispers. My name from her lips sounds like a kiss on my balls, a lick, a tug. My cock twitches. I want to fuck her like this over the counter, raw and fast. I want to fuck her like an animal, and I’m gonna do that. Later.
