Page 102 of Forever Fake

“I’m fine, baby girl. Here let me strap you in. We’re about to take off.” I secure her seat belt around her waist, swoop in for a taste of her sweet lips, then settle into my seat across from her on my jet.

This stupid wound took an entire month to heal, which is a fucking waste of time if you ask me. Luckily, Oz used a low caliber revolver or the thing would have gone right through me and still hit Gin, instead of lodging in my rib. The reality of how close I was to losing her still wakes me up in a cold sweat at night. But she’s always there, her limbs tangled with mine, easing my frantic heart and worried mind.

Even with the down time, I’ve been anything but idle.

Dimitri Kozlov owed me a huge favor and I’ve put him to work these past four weeks. Thanks to my little birdies, I’ve managed to track down almost every man who’s laid a hand on my wife in the last four years—all except for one. Carl Jones III iscurrently out of the country, whereabouts unknown. But the rest of them… I’ve had Dimitri pay them a little visit.

They’ve been blessed to come away from that encounter with minor inconveniences, like broken wrists, ribs, and fingers. Oh, and a warning as well. I’ve been in a good mood since we offed Oz. The rest of those fuckers should be grateful that I’m feeling merciful toward them—at least for the moment.

Yve is another story. She tragically died in prison two weeks ago. Apparently, her cellmate hated her as much as… well, most people once they got to know her better.

Good riddance.

I’ve also been busy planning this vacation for us. We’ll be landing in Italy this evening. Our life together has been on hold for over two months now and enough is enough. It’s time to start living our dream together.

“Isee why you bought this place.” I gaze out at the turquoise waters, a soft breeze blows in from the sea. It’s…tranquil. “Besides the price tag, I mean.”

Gin tucks herself under my arm and giggles. “I mean, I think it really is worth thirteen million dollars. You can’t put a price on this view. I think it’s a good investment of your money.”

“Our money,” I correct her. “Everything I have is yours, too.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Absolutely.” I drop a kiss on the top of her head. “Let’s live here.”

“Are you serious?”

I chuckle. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To live in Italy?”

“I thought so, but now I’m not so sure. I love Italy, but I also love New York.” She sighs, as if she’s really struggling to choose between these two locales.

“Why don’t we do both? We can live in the brownstone part of the year, then here for the other part. Or at least keep this place as our vacation home.”

Her gorgeous brown eyes light up. There’s the sunshine I’ve been missing.

“Y-You’re serious. We can do that?”

“We can do anything we want, sweetheart. The world is our oyster. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than at your side, it doesn’t matter where in the world we are, so long as we’re together.” I mean that with every fiber of my being.

“But your work is in the city. How?—?”

“I can work remotely. Liam is doing fine with Titan Enterprises. I’m not as needed in the family business as I once was. I’m all yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, in that case…” She steps back, taking my hand in hers and leading me into the house. “I think we should properly bless our new home. I want you in every single room. We can start with the kitchen.”

I quirk a brow. “There are fourteen bedrooms.”

“I know.” She beams at me, causing my heart to skip a beat.

“Then I’ll make you come in every single one of them.” I strip off my tie, quickly followed by my shirt and trousers. It’s been far too long since I’ve been inside my wife and I’m aching for the feel of her, for her whimpers and moans.

Lifting her, I set her ass on the marble island and dive between her legs, inhaling her earthy, honey scent. Her fingers tangle in my hair. No panties, just the way I like her. Placing her knees over my shoulders, I devour her like a starving man.

I lap at her pussy, tease her clit, and tongue-fuck her entrance until she’s writhing, begging me to let her come on my face. She painfully tugs on my hair and I relish the sensation.

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