Page 77 of His Wild Seduction

The dress I’d chosen to wear was a deep, dusky shade of rose. The material was soft and stretchy, so it fit perfectly over my wide hips and large bosoms.

It even did a fine job of camouflaging my soft tummy with its ruched bodice and sweetheart neckline. Tight sleeves came down to my elbows, and the fitted skirt ended a few inches below my knees, giving me a very 1950s glam look that I adored.

I wore black accessories, low heels, and a matching clutch, and I pulled my hair up and away from my face in a simple twist. My make up was all done, and I already used the restroom one last time.

I just had to wait for him to show up.

Sighing and shaking out my hands. I was in the middle of my get yourself calm girl stretches when the elevator pinged, and the door opened.

“Wife—holy fuck!”

Next thing I knew, Josef had blurred across the room and had me by the hips. His gaze was frozen on my body in a stare I felt down to my toes.

Gulp.

“Um, do you like it?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

JOSEF

Iwas going to have to kill everyone who stared at her, I realized when I saw Meredith in that dress.

My heart had been beating double-time ever since I’d sent that note home with Mario for the housekeeper to put inside our bedroom.

We had a cleaning service that came daily, and I requested someone to stick around to arrange the clothes I ordered for Meredith in our closet as a surprise.

Not like I would allow Mario or any of my men to put one fucking foot inside the room where my wife slept, ate, showered, dressed, and fucked.

I was the only man who was allowed in that space.

Me. Only me.

And yeah, I did not give two shits if that made me a fucking barbarian.

All damn afternoon I’d been picturing my sexy Little Red in one of those dresses I’d picked out.

Jesus. Christ.

The reality was so much better than my imagination. And I could daydream like a motherfucker.

“We’re not going,” I said, shaking my head.

“What?” she asked, shocked.

“Nope. We’re staying right here,” I said, pressing her back towards the bedroom.

“Josef!”

Meredith raised her hands and her eyebrows at the same time. Like either would stop me from slamming my lips to hers.

Cocoa butter sweetness burst across my tastebuds as I licked into her mouth.

“Fuck, you always taste so good,” I grunted, cupping her face, and angling her head where I wanted her.

“Mmm, Husband,” she moaned softly.

I pressed my forehead gently against hers, trying to calm my thundering heart by just breathing her in.

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