Page 94 of Third Degree

“Don’t remind me how old I am.” He pushed off me and grabbed a piece of bacon. I slapped it out of his hand.

“You are lucky to have such a hot young wife, then,” I teased, and that beautiful grin of his spread along his cheeks.

“I am the luckiest.”

I guided him over to the table where I made him sit. He continued to complain about how we didn’t need to do anything special for this day.

“I don’t have big plans. Honestly, I figured you were not a big party person, so I didn’t plan anything. I just wanted to cook for you.” I sat down with him. “The boys never celebrate with you?”

As he dug into his breakfast, Elio simply shook his head.

“Julian will swing by, and Alex called, but unfortunately, he won’t be able to make it due to the campaign,” he informed me. I nodded, absorbing the information, before he continued. “But speaking of parties—”

“If you want, I can throw you one! I just wasn’t sure…” I trailed off, my mind already racing, contemplating how quickly I could arrange for a catering company to come on board.

He smiled softly. “My new club is opening tonight. I have to be there,” he revealed, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee as I gazed at him intently.

“You don’t want me to join you?” I whispered, a hint of hurt seeping into my voice.

“What? I never said that,” he said quickly, placing his cup down before reaching out to take my hand in his. “I was planning to make a quick appearance for the sake of the family. Ricardo will be there,” he explained.

I nodded, understanding the significance of his words.

“Can I come?” I asked.

My dislike for crowded nightclubs battled with my desire to be by Elio’s side. After all, it was his birthday, and now that we were husband and wife, it felt only fitting that I should be there with him, fully present.

Elio seemed to contemplate the same thoughts that had crossed my mind moments ago.

“Do you want to?” he asked me earnestly.

“Of course I do,” I affirmed, the certainty in my voice unwavering. “Can I invite my friends? Julian? We could have a small, unofficial gathering at the club.”

This time, Elio groaned, rolling his head back in mock exasperation.

“Pretty please?” I begged, knowing this was his Achilles’ heel.

He groaned once more. “Beg me again and I will fucking take you over this table right now.”

An ache grew in my stomach, so I did what any normal newly married person would. I stared him in the eyes while he did the same, waiting to see my next move.

“Please,” I pleaded.

He shot up out of his chair, and I started giggling as he came over to where I was sitting across from him.

“I warned you, rosa mia.” He kicked the chair out from where I was sitting at the table, and just as I was about to topple on the floor with it, he grabbed my waist from behind.

In a swift move, he walked me to the other side of the empty twelve-foot table.

“Put your hands on the table,” he demanded, and I did what I was told, even bending my back so that I was pushing up against him.

He pulled down my underwear and then I felt his already hard cock against my opening.

“Spread your legs, rosa mia. Come to the club with your friends,” he added as I felt his cock slip into me. Immediately, I groaned as he plunged into me.

“Can you…” I tried to get out as he started to pump me full of himself.

“Use your words,” he growled. He grabbed my hips and thrusted into me, sending my head back in a violent wail. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long, and without any foreplay, I knew he wasn’t going to either, with how furiously he was fucking me.

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