Page 30 of Mafia Wedding

I know there's no one else around, and that Stelios is too much of a control freak for there to be the tiniest chance that someone else might catch us walking about in our birthday suits.

But even so!

Stelios lowers me to my feet when we get to the kitchen, and my husband only smirks when he sees me quickly grabbing one of the aprons from the wall hooks.

"An apron over my wife's naked curves?" he teases. "It's one of favorite fantasies come true."

"Perv!"

But my oh-so-confident husband only throws another smirk my way before taking out a platter of fresh oysters from the fridge.

"Seriously?" I'm torn between amusement and exasperation. "I honestly think you're the last person in this world to need an aphrodisiac—-"

"And you won't get any argument from me about that," my husband says, "since I got these for you."

He plants me on the kitchen island and feeds me an oyster. "Good?"

All I can do is nod, since the oyster is so soft and juicy as it melts in my mouth.

"Then wait until you taste this..."

My eyes widen as I watch him mix wine with a bit of lemon juice and shallots in a small dipping bowl. My mouth is already watering by the time he feeds me my second oyster with that bit of sauce...and wow.

How can someone as beautiful as Stelios be this good in the kitchen, too?

"Your turn, wife."

I dip an oyster in the sauce bowl, but when I try feeding it to him, Stelios locks his gaze with mine...just before sucking on my finger instead.

Oh dear Lord.

It's just the most arousing sight ever, to see a man as gorgeous and powerful as my husband sucking on my finger like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. He's just sucking and sucking and sucking, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter between my legs with every second that passes.

His nostrils flare as the scent of my need flavors the air, and Stelios gives my finger one last nip before finally moving to take the oyster from my other hand.

Do I have the world's hottest husband or what?

Even the way he eats his oyster is unbelievably sexy, and all I can think about is how I want him to eat me like that, too.

You so lewd, B!

"Why are you looking at me like that, wife?"

It's that diabolically sweet voice of his again, and I'm just so, so powerless against it that I hear myself say, "Please."

"You need to tell me if you want something," my husband purrs. "Tell me exactly what you want, wife."

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"P-Please eat my cunt."

"With pleasure."

He pries my legs open and I can feel myself blushing from head to toe at the way his gaze gobbles me up.

"D-Don't stare," I choke out.

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