Page 51 of Black Widow's Kiss

“What if I did it with a butter knife? Do you know how hard that would be? I feel like that shouldn’t count.”

“See, this is why I can’t put you two together.”

“I’m kidding. As my husband, you should know that I’m very funny.”

Dante laughed.

“Yes, you are.”

“So, are you going to set up the dinner?”

“I’ll set it up for tonight.”

“Yay!” I exclaimed actually excited.

“I’ll see you later,” he said about to leave.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I told him stopping him in his tracks.

“What?”

I puckered my lips and pointed at them. I wasn’t sure how he would respond to this. Last night he seemed completely into kissing. But a lot of closet-cases like him wanted one thing when the sun was down and another when the sun was up.

To my surprise, Dante released a frustrated exhale, crossed the room and kissed me on the lips. He had tried to make it just a peck, but with him so close, I rested my forearms on his shoulders and got comfortable.

God was he a good kisser. When his tongue touched mine, I felt drunk. My brain melted like warm caramel. And after I had completely lost track of time, he pulled away.

“No, we can’t do this now. I really gotta get to work.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “My ass is right here,” I told him tilting my naked hole towards him.

Staring at it for a second, it didn’t take long for him to break my spell and head out.

“You’re not good for me,” he said with smile as the elevator doors closed.

“But you’re great for me,” I said to myself wondering how I would breathe without him.

With him gone, I fell on the couch staring at the elevator hoping to see it open again. It didn’t. Even after I knew it wouldn’t, I couldn’t get myself to leave thinking that it might. If it wasn’t for having to go to the bathroom, I could have stayed there forever.

Once relieved and in the bathroom, I got ready for the day. What would I do with myself considering Dante didn’t want me to come to his work? There was a lot of time before our dinner with Matteo. How I filled it would determine what I was going to wear.

Deciding to visit my sister, I put on a midnight blue satin suit with long-cut bell bottom flairs. I had the perfect heels for them. And since I would be going home, the makeup would be minimal.

Dressed and ready to go, I soon realized that I didn’t have a way of getting there. Retrieving my phone, I gave my husband a call.

“How’d you get this number?” he asked when he answered.

“How did you know it was me?”

“Fair enough. What’s up?”

“How do I call for a helicopter?”

“What?”

“When I was home, I called my father’s assistant and the pilot would meet me on the heliport. How do you do it? Do I call your assistant?”

Dante laughed. “If you asked my assistant to arrange for the family helicopter, she wouldn’t know what the hell you were talking about.”

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