Page 36 of Married With Malice

Nice? Later???

Believe it or not, Luca calmly slides on a white shirt and begins rapidly buttoning. Feeling more foolish by the second, I yank up my bikini bottoms and hastily fix my top with clumsy fingers.

Luca tucks in his shirt and grabs a tie. He rapidly assembles it in front of the mirror. “Oh, we’re having dinner tonight with George O’Neil. You know who he is, right? Maybe you don’t. He owns this place and he’s known your father for decades. Don’t worry, we’re getting all the business talk out of the way this afternoon so we won’t bore you tonight. George is married to Belinda Doyle. Yes, the pop singer from the eighties. Didn’t she win a few Grammys? I should probably look that up ahead of time since she’ll be joining us tonight too. Eight p.m. in the Green Room. It’s got the Michelin stamp of approval so the food should be pretty good. Order whatever you want. I hear they have an outstanding wine selection.”

He finishes messing with his tie, gives his reflection a final appraisal, and nods with satisfaction before leaning in to peck my cheek. The same way he did the night he picked me up for the prom. And then again right after we were pronounced husband and wife.

“See you at eight,” he says. “Don’t wear any panties. There will be plenty of time for more fun after dinner.”

He picks up a black blazer, shrugs into it and leaves the bathroom. Three seconds later I hear the door to the suite open and shut while I stand rooted in the same place, utterly thunderstruck.

My reflection is wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. It stares at me with horrified confusion.

WHAT IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE HELL JUST HAPPENED?

I allowed Luca Connelly to undress me, finger bang me and make plans to fuck me after we have dinner with someone named George.

That’s what.

7

LUCA

Holy shit, that was fucking glorious. I couldn’t have scripted it any better.

Even though I left the room with a damn near unbearable case of blue balls that took some epic willpower to deflate, I’ll take the win.

I had her top off. I had her panties down. I had her clenching my finger so tight I wasn’t sure I’d ever get it back.

She said my name. No, she fuckingmoanedmy name as she came hard enough to unravel.

Annalisa Barone, beneath all those withering glares and arctic attitude, is a girl who is craving rough use and tons of it. The problem with Anni is that she’s never been worshipped the right way.

I’m going to fix that. My little ice queen is getting thawed out and she’ll love every second.

The choice to get her off and leave her hanging was deliberate even if it did nearly kill me. I’ve done a lot of wild and hot shit in my life yet nothing prepared me for the sight of Annalisa flushed and trembling in my arms.

Just the beginning. Now that she’s had a taste she’ll be craving the whole menu.

Even better, Anni is highly competitive. She likes to have the last word, or at least she thinks she does. The second I left the room I’ll bet she started pacing the floor and cursing me out for the crime of making her come. To Anni, it’s an outrage that I saw her orgasm face and she didn’t get to see mine. That’s an imbalance she won’t be able to live with.

She’ll certainly get her chance for payback. I just hope she’s ready to have her brain chemistry altered. From now on if she’s able to get through an hour of her day without coveting my cock then I haven’t done my job.

It was a good idea to take off for twenty-four hours. Anni was still feeling prickly and I needed to give her some breathing room. Pushing her too hard wouldn’t get me where I wanted to be. The best option was to give her a break and let her come to terms with our new status by running an errand in Miami.

When Mugsy Santini heard I was going to be down here he asked if I had time to take a day trip. Richie already gave his blessing for the meeting.

Mugsy and Richie go way back to their boyhood days when their fathers werecaposunder the same boss. Now Mugsy owns a midlevel oceanfront motel. I got to know him when I was down here for law school. He loves Richie like a brother and he likes to reminisce. He’s also looking to retire and leave the states so he wanted to get an opinion on whether Richie has any interest in buying him out. Richie might be willing to do a good turn for an old friend and he definitely won’t pass up the opportunity to add to his vast collection of real estate. Spending the night on the property gave me time to make a few shrewd assessments. Some cosmetic renovations to compete with the higher end places would justify significantly jacking up the overnight rate.

Before I left, I assured Mugsy I’d consult with Richie once back in New York and work on putting together a fair offer. Richie will trust my judgement. Adding an oceanfront Florida hotel to the family portfolio is bound to serve our interests in more ways than one.

It's hilarious that Anni assumed I ran off to show my cock to random club girls. The thought never crossed my mind and I’m delighted to know that she was actually jealous. She has no reason to be. There’s only one place my cock wants to go and it’s inside my wife.

And now that we’ve had that little bathroom icebreaker it isSO FUCKING ONtonight. I meant what I told her. Nothing is off limits. She’s mine now.

The smile that spreads across my face has nothing to do with the glass of vintage whiskey in my hand but George O’Neil thinks otherwise and stretches his dry lips into a grin.

“Packs a bite, doesn’t it?”

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