Page 34 of Mafia Wedding

Awesome!

Can't wait.

You promise?

I think I need saving from myself.

"Welcome back, Mrs. Diamandis." The housekeeper is struggling to keep her face straight as she opens the front doors to let me in. "Mr. Diamandis asked me to remind you to meet him by the pool house and that—-" The older woman looks at me apologetically. "—-you will not have his cooperation in making a baby if you were to disobey him."

"Thanks for the, um, reminder, Mrs. Stark." I force myself to smile while wondering how many years I'll have to spend behind bars if I were to kill my husband. But when I finally get to the pool house, and I see Stelios swimming laps—-

You're officially hopeless, B.

I can't even remember what I'm annoyed about, and my brain is only capable of thinking one thing and just one thing alone the moment I see my hot, hot, HOT husband slashing the water like Michael freaking Phelps.

Oh...fuck.

Stelios looks like a shiny Greek god (or Aquaman with shorter hair and zero tattoos) as he finally grabs the handrails to pull himself out of the water. He stops toweling himself when he sees me standing by the doorway.

"How long have you been watching me, glikiá mou?"

"Oh, I just got here."

Stelios smiles. "A liar and a perv..."

"Um...ouch?"

"And that's just the way I like you," Stelios purrs.

Don't take that as a compliment, B!

I plant my hands on my waist. "Why did you want to meet you here?"

He looks at me in surprise. "You really don't know?"

My brows furrow. "Should I?"

"This is the last place in the house where we haven't fucked," Stelios says simply, and I don't know whether to laugh or groan.

I think he's right.

Having been married to this man for months, I really should've expected him to say something like that.

"And we'll get to that, too," he promises. "But in the meantime..."

Ten minutes later, and I'm trembling and naked atop my husband's equally naked body...with both of us just chilling and floating on an inflatable giant-sized leaf that makes me feel like we're shooting for the porn version of Thumbelina.

Stelios is completely relaxed, with his hands even clasped behind his head, while I'm torn between resisting the urge to rub my pussy against his powerfully pulsing cock...and staying completely still so I don't accidentally fall into the water and drown.

"Stop stressing, wife."

"Easy for you to say," I mutter.

"How have you been able to live your whole life in Florida and not know how to swim?"

"Because I'm special, that's why."

Instead of rolling his eyes like I expect him to, I find my husband smiling down at me instead.

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