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“Just two more days, unless you want to extend it.” I’d do anything to please her.

“Two days is plenty for me.”

“Good. I have business today, but I will be back before dinner. Then, I’ll take you around and do some sightseeing. Does that work for you?”

“Can I go out for a walk while you’re working?”

“Sure, but you have to take security with you.”

She nodded and said, “Thank you.” I wanted to kiss her and tell her she never had to thank me, but I didn’t want gratitude; I wanted her love. My feelings slipped out, but I wasn’t pushing her.

“We should shower so I’m not late. You can go first.”

“Maybe you should go first,” she offered.

“Bad idea. We might end up back in bed if you do.”

She blushed, nodded, and walked straight to the bathroom without another word. She wasn’t in there too long, but a pang of loneliness struck me. I stood up and walked toward the door; I grabbed the handle just as she exited the shower stall. My eyes lingered on my half-naked wife, and my tongue involuntarily brushed my bottom lip.

“Are you okay, Husband?” she whispered, her gaze moving downward, aiming directly at my stiff dick swinging between my legs.

“Call me husband again, and I’ll show you I’m more than okay.”

“It’s your turn for the shower,” she uttered, brushing right past me, her fingers running over my thigh, adding, “Careful—don’t take too long. The water might get cold.” She smiled and then went into the bedroom without looking back.

I snarled and gripped the sink’s edge. She was playing a dangerous game that neither of us was losing tonight. I showered with a painful erection that I wouldn’t relieve. My little wife had some answering to do when I got back tonight.

It was difficult to leave her, but it was a must. I made a brief trip to his home, where I was escorted into his office. He stood up and walked around his desk to greet me.

“Don Lupo, a pleasure to see you. Given the photos online, I’m not the face you’d like to see right now.” We shook hands, and he pointed to a comfortable seat in front of him.

“You are correct, Don Dario.”

“Well, then, let us discuss our business so you can return to your wife and I can return to mine.” He smiled, and I nodded in agreement. Between the horses and the casino, we had a productive discussion. My meeting with him didn’t last long, but it was more than enough for me.

I nearly kicked down our hotel room, needing to settle a score with my wife. To my delight, she was waiting on the bed on her knees wearing nothing but a silk robe and a smile.

“You missed me?” she asked.

“More than you know.” I was on her in a heartbeat, forgetting everything but her body. I spent the evening making her scream with joy as I promised.

****

When we finally made it back home, we had unexpected visitors at our gate: her mother and her latest fling. “Excuse us, but we just got home from a mini-honeymoon,” my wife said, holding her back straight and her hand in mine.

“We were worried about you,” she said, playing the overly protective mother bit suddenly.

“Were you?” Mariana asked, sneering at her mother.

“Yes. Your father said you ran away, and we just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Are you here on his behalf, or yours?” I questioned. There was no way she actually cared. She couldn’t be bothered to miss her vacation with that Hawaiian-shirt-wearing loser at her side.

“I’m here for my daughter.”

“Well, no need to bother. I’m safe with the love of my life. Please leave,” Mariana answered. All thoughts of them disappeared at her declaration. Our bodyguards blocked their entrance as I carried my wife into the house.

“They aren’t welcome,” she said.