Page 103 of Married With Malice

“Can’t wait. To demonstrate my commitment, we’ll sleep in separate bedrooms. No sex until I’ve groveled enough.”

From the ballroom, a loud countdown begins, all the guests shouting in one voice. “TEN. NINE. EIGHT.”

Anni giggles and crawls her fingers up my chest. “If you think that’s going to be easy, think again.”

“SEVEN. SIX. FIVE. FOUR.”

“I know. It shouldn’t be easy.”

She laughs again. My favorite sound on earth.

“THREE. TWO. ONE. HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Cheering erupts. The clock chimes midnight.

My wife and I stare at each other.

“Happy New Year, Annalisa,” I say to her.

“Happy New Year, Luca.” She leans in until our foreheads touch. “Now kiss me.”

No need to ask me twice. I slide my hand up her back and enjoy her shiver of delight. My mouth claims hers and my tongue tastes the sweetness of the hot chocolate she drank. She shifts her position, straddling my lap and getting lost in the kiss with a soft groan that sends my cock spiking.

The overpowering need to feel all of her, to bury myself inside of her, nearly eclipses everything else, including my own promises.

She grinds slowly, moving her hips. And I nearly lose my mind.

Anni breaks the kiss and I’m panting. My balls ache and my heart hammers. She runs her lips over my neck and her breath feathers against my ear. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t torture you.”

“Oh yeah?” I growl and push my hand under her fleece sweatshirt. “Back at you, honey.”

My fingers deftly unhook her bra. She inhales sharply. At the rate we’re going, there’s a serious chance we’ll consummate the new year here on the lounge sofa.

But she gives out a little groan and starts to slide away. “We should stop while we still can.”

With reluctance, I quit feeling her up and remove my hand from her shirt. “Fine. But I’ll need some time alone to jerk off before I can sleep tonight.”

She runs a seductive fingertip over my jaw and whispers, “I want to watch that.”

“Killing me,” I say. “You’re killing me.”

She’s smug. “Why are you surprised? You know how much I enjoy watching.”

I can’t fucking breathe. My dick is on the verge of exploding. I make the time out sign. “Mercy. Begging for mercy.”

With an adorable giggle, she unwraps her legs from my hips but doesn’t leave my lap. Her cheek lands on my chest again and I stroke her hair while we listen to the raucous noise coming from the ballroom.

“We should probably get out of here,” I say. “As much as I like the Gentrys, I think my social battery is worn out for now.”

“Did Chase really not know that those bananas were penis-shaped?”

“I get the feeling that’s why he wore it.”

She lays her hand on my heart. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Always.”

“I know we’ve decided to sleep apart for a little while but just for tonight can I sleep in your arms?”

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