Her cheeks are pink when she shakes her head. "No, I wanted…" Her eyes drift to my open laptop. "It's late for business, isn't it?"
Pulling her toward my desk, I close the laptop and turn off the TV. "It's not a nine to five sort of job. What can I do to make the bad dream better, Red?"
Her flush deepens. "I thought you could… distract me."
That little smile and her words sink in, making my heart leap. Lifting her up with one arm, I use the other to sweep my desk off. "What are you doing?!" she cries when my laptop hits the floor.
"My office needs redecorating." She giggles as I set her on top of it and slide the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders but whimpers when I capture a tight nipple between my teeth and move my hand up her thighs.
"I interrupted business," she murmurs.
"I don't fucking care."
She grasps my necktie, her eyes burning with lust when she whispers, "Maybe I need to be punished for interrupting."
Fucking hell.
"It's time we establish some rules about my office, wife," I say, using the same commanding tone I'd use with my soldiers as I tear my belt off. I lick her throat before ripping her nightgown in two. Sheshivers under my gaze, her pupils blown with desire. "Turn around and bend over the desk."
She gasps as her bare breasts meet the cool, unyielding wood. Then, she grips the edge of my desk, her breath coming in quick pants when I caress her gorgeous ass with the belt, but I soon drop it. "Count," I tell her before smacking her butt with the palm of my hand. By the time she's said 'three,' her pussy lips are glistening, my naughty little siren.
Both cheeks are a rosy pink when I speak again. "I'm going to fuck you hard for interrupting my meeting, Francesca. But first, I want your pussyandyour ass. If that's what you want, too."
She quickly nods, and I lean over her, pressing my body against hers. My thumb swipes through her arousal, and I rub it over her tight back hole. Her breath hitches as I push inward and two fingers do the same with her pussy. "Can you take three, I wonder? Spread your legs wider."
She does, practically thrumming with anticipation, and she groans when I kneel, letting my tongue explore her there instead as my fingers pump in and out of her pussy. "You're my bad girl tonight it seems but, as I once told you, I'll enjoy either version of you." I smack her ass once more before tonguing her again. Finding her sweet spot, I relish her surrender when it overwhelms her. "Scream,mia moglie.Even if my men were right outside, no one can hear you in here." She does, calling my name out loudly in her melodious voice, almost like a song.
Sagging and boneless on the desk, she needs my help to turn onto her back. Her breasts are red from rubbing against the wood, and her nipples are tight, waiting for me to taste them and mark them, too. Ilean over her again, my teeth scraping her throat. "I love corrupting you," I tell her. She grins, that wickedly sweet smile that pierces my darkness like nothing else. "I want you to come over every inch of this desk. That way, every time I'm in here working, I'll be able to smell your pretty cunt and remember tonight."
***
Francesca is showering while I shave a few mornings later, talking ninety miles a minute about her upcoming first day of classes. Smiling to myself, I enjoy her chatter even if part of me would love to join her in the shower… and fuck her against the tiled wall. I promise to be home early so she can tell me all about her day over dinner.
As she's toweling off, I make a point of handing her the wedding band and engagement ring. She'll be among strangers today, out of this penthouse, and the extra security measure eases my concerns on that front… and my concerns that she might try to disappear from the school like her cousin did.
“I'd like to invite your sisters over one afternoon. I ordered a garden box for the terrace. Maybe I could tempt Anna and Bianca into giving planting a try with me and Giulia. The girls should have some activities they share.”
Garden box? My sisters all digging in the dirt together instead of squabbling? “Anna might agree to join you but Bianca-”
“Oh, I'm sure she doesn’tthinkshe likes getting her hands dirty, but we could do manicures or something afterwards.”
I stare at my wife’s reflection in the mirror wondering where the hell she came up with all this. “Giulia is only seven. She doesn’t need a-”
“No oneneedsa manicure, Carlo,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Have you ever had one?”
I’m tempted to roll my eyes back at her. “When you said you wanted to get to know my sisters better, I didn’t imagine you meant babysitting.”
“It wouldn't be babysitting. It would be girl time.”
She mentioned missing Caterina and her cousin, and I do want my sisters and Francesca to get along. On the other hand, I have my reservations. Might she try to manipulate me through the girls somehow?
"We can consider it at some point. For now, you need to get ready for school."
Her smile dims, making me regret my refusal before she speaks again. "I barely see Luca at all even though he lives one floor below us. Does he stay over at his girlfriend's place in the evenings?”
“He doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
“Dinora says he does.”
