Page 94 of Worth the Vow

“I’m okay. I wanna make out a little,” she says bashfully. Chuckling, I grab the back of her neck and bring her face to mine. I love how I still feel butterflies in my stomach every time I kiss Kate, and I hope this feeling never goes away.

Our tongues touch, and the taste that is so inherently Kate explodes in my mouth. Mint, sensuality, and promise. She sighs in my mouth as she scratches her fingernails along my scalp, sending shivers down my spine. I harden incredibly quickly, and I’m acutely aware of the heat from Kate’s pussy pulsating against me. Pushing one hand between our bodies, I snicker when I find my wife is wearing a nightgown with no panties.

“Did you come out here with a plan, wife?” I say huskily as I pepper kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder.

“I didn’t, but I’m not mad at how this worked out,” she says breathlessly as I suck on her pulse point. The tank style of her nightgown allows me to gain access to her breasts. Pulling a nipple deep into my mouth, Kate lets out a soft moan. Her hips subconsciously shimmy, and my fingers move deeper into her slick channel.

“You wanna take this inside, or —”

Kate cuts me off. “Right here, right now.”

“I’m beginning to think you have an exhibitionist kink, Katharine,” I whisper as she pushes me to sit back on the swing, her hands finding the waistband of my joggers and pulling them down just enough to release my cock.

“Maybe a little, but I think I just have a Dominic kink,” she pants as she positions me at her core and drops onto me. We both moan as I feel her walls clamp down on me. Kate moves slowly, her head thrown back in bliss, and I stare at her in awe of her beauty. Clouds partially cover the moon, and what minimal light there is shines down, appearing to add an aura around her. When she lifts her head again, she rests her forehead against mine, and her hair covers us in a curtain, like we’re the only two people in the world. And right now, she’s the only person that exists for me, so it’s fitting.

“Dominic, I’m close,” she stammers, breathing heavily against me. Her walls flutter around me, and I know the second she comes, she’ll pull me right down with her.

“Make me come, Katharine. Milk me,” I demand, and her eyes roll back as she lets out the most guttural moan I’ve ever heard. I can’t, or won’t, silence her, because it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Unsurprisingly, her orgasm triggers mine, and I follow her over the cliff.

I know I have an exhibitionist kink, and adding in my newfound Kate Reynolds Santo kink, I realize it’s one lethal combination.

Dominic

A few weeks later, my father asks me to meet him for lunch. I try to prepare myself for whatever he’s going to complain about now. Pricing, marketing, schedules, you name it, and he’s bound to criticize me about it.

“Have you told him point-blank that you are hurt by his constant critiques?” Kate asks the night before, after the kids have gone to bed. We’re sitting on the couch, all the lights turned off, and the only light comes from our wood-burning fireplace. Kate commented more than once, when she first began nannying for me, how she always wanted a fireplace, and that she loved the smell of them. Needless to say, I intend to keep as much wood as possible on hand so we can enjoy each other’s company in front of a fire.

“I’m not sure if I’ve ever bluntly told him that he’s hurt me, but he knows I get frustrated with his constant helicoptering.”

“This may not be in the correct audience, but he’s male, Dominic. Sometimes you guys just don’t get things. We can’t insinuate, or suggest, something. We have to state things with extreme specifics so you understand.”

“Are you saying we’re clueless?” I tease, throwing my hand against my chest in fake shock. “You’ve hurt me, Katharine.”

“See? That was specific. Tell your father that!” she laughs. “Seriously, baby. He probably thinks he’s helping. Maybe he thinks you don’t want this job, or that you feel forced into it. He needs to know how happy you are, and that you want him to step away fully.”

“Even if I said it exactly as you did, I don’t know if he’ll respect my wishes. He considers the hotel to be his baby. Clearly he doesn’t believe I can run it without his help,” I murmur as I dig my thumbs into the arch of Kate’s foot. I’ve found my wife melts into a puddle with a good foot massage, and it’s become a nightly staple before we escape to our bedroom and I inevitably break her back.

“I think you should try again, but be blunter. I read a study once that talked about the number of times people have to be exposed to something new before they’re willing to try it. Maybe that applies here,” Kate offers.

“Was the study you read about telling your father to back the fuck up at work, or was it about trying new food?”

Kate blushes and casts her eyes downward with a smirk. “Well, I mean, it could work for different objectives.”

Uh-huh. Sure.

But as I sit down with my father in the Everlasting dining room the following afternoon, I find myself going over the things Kate said. Have I ever specifically stated how I would be more comfortable with him stepping back? Does he know that his constant critiques are hurtful? I’m not sure.

“I saw that we’re booked solid into January for overnight guests,” Dad comments as our drinks are delivered. I sigh, waiting to hear what negative thing he has to say about that. “That’s great. Do we have many holiday parties booked this season?”

I stare at him in shock. Is this a new technique, where he lulls me into a false sense of security, then lambastes me about my sales department? “Uh, yes. We only have one or two evenings in December where the banquet rooms aren’t sold out.”

“What are you doing for extra security and staff this year?” Last year, Luca’s girl, Hannah, and my sister, Arianna, were stuck in a holiday party gone bad, and Arianna was injured. I’m not surprised my dad brought this up.

“We’re scheduling two extra employees for each party, and making sure at least one male is in a room at all times. I’ve also hired two off-duty police officers to work the weekend parties, because those tend to be rowdier.”

“That’s an excellent plan. You ready to get some food?” Dad says, before standing up and walking to the buffet.

What?

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