Page 3 of His Willing Wife

He took the cookie from her and Tillieforced herself to stand close to him. She didn’t want to give himthe impression she was afraid. Again, she wasn’t, but closeness to people she didn’t knowkind of unnerved her.

This man is my husband. Not a stranger.

It didn’t matter how often she said it, itwasn’t going to change the way she felt. Only time would helpthat.

Luca took a bite, and she watched thesubtle changes on hisface. He was happy with the cookie. There was a slight widening tohis eyes, shock, and for a couple of seconds, he didn’t even botherto chew as she imagined the flavors exploding on histongue.

Tillie smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Chapter Two

It had been the best damn cookie Luca hadever eaten in his whole life, and he’d been to some patisseriesover the years, that had worldwide accolades. They hadn’t beennearly as good.

He hadn’t stayed in the kitchen. He returned to his office tosavor every mouthful as well as the milk.

Who the fuck was TillieGoodwin?

No, not Tillie Goodwin, Tillie Winters.

A few days later, he returned home afteranother business meeting, and what he was met by surprised him.First there was no one around, but it wasn’t silence that greeted him. Loud musicplayed, and he didn’t recognize the song, but suddenly he heard hiswife, and he followed the sound.

He found Tillie in the sitting room,standing behind thesofa, eyes closed, holding the remote to the television and singinginto it, as if she was the person on the music video. Not only wasshe singing, he also watched as she swayed her hips from side toside and shook her ass.

The moment he saw the shaking of her ass,he dropped his briefcase in front of himself, as his cock went from flaccid right toattention. She wore a pair of shorts that showed off her full legs,along with a tight tank top. One spin, and he saw her from thefront, and those tits of hers were pressed up against the opening,giving an awesome sight of cleavage. The only problem was she sawhim and immediately stopped.

“Luca,” she said. “I had no idea you werecoming home. If I had known I’d have … prepared.” She rushed overto the stereo in the corner, and immediately the house went silent.It was so unexpected that for a few seconds, he merely looked ather as the silence suddenly felt deafening.

“Why did you stop?” he asked.

She nibbled her lip and then frowned. “I’mpretty sure you don’t want to hear all that racket.” She tuckedsome hair behind her ear. “So, uh, how was yourday?”

Luca stared at her for a couple of minutes.He didn’t want her to be nervous.

He refused to answer her and then hemoved, taking a seat in his chair, and he watched her. “Turn themusic on and dance forme.”

“Excuse me?”

He put his briefcase down on the floor andlooked at his wife. “You heard me.” He didn’t make a habit ofrepeating himself.

“I’m not some kind of professional dancer,nor have I ever … stripped for anyone in my life.”

He saw her face go a bright red, and hefound it adorable to watch.

“I’m not asking you to strip. Dance for me.I’d like to see it.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, and thennodded her head. He saw her hand shake as she pressed the stereoand a few seconds later, the music played.

Luca watched as she turned her back tohim, and then lifted the CD case. She tapped what he imagined was the song shewanted to play, and then pressed a button on the stereo severaltimes. After a few minutes, the music blared and it was a soft rocksong. He’d heard it many times, and slowly Tillie’s arms went up inthe air, and he saw her hands were clenched.

He made her nervous.

The music, though, seemed to drum against his senses. Withher arms above her head, one of her knees cocked out to the side,she looked so … mesmerizing to him. She wore a pair of white socksthat ended at her ankles.

Her movements were slow, but they seemedto go with the song. Did she even realize how sensual shelooked? He saw her eyeswere closed, until she started to move.

She didn’t go too far, and no, she wasn’ta professional dancer, but he’d put money on it that sheloved to dance. Hermovements were her own, and she did whatever the hell she wanted.There were no rules, she swayed her hips, shook her ass, twistedaround, and then he stared at her.

He didn’t know what happened, but it waslike they were suddenly not controlled by rules orboundaries. The distancebetween them meant nothing. They were the only two people in theroom, and as if by magic, in some way it brought hercloser.

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