Page 90 of Devious Kingpin
CHAPTER39
Dante
Ifinished off my ham and cheese sandwich while waiting for my wife.
She warned me she couldn’t cook but assured me she made killer sandwiches. She wasn’t wrong. Either that or I was hungry as fuck. If only I could have her pussy for dessert.
My lips curved into a smug smile picturing how she’d blush if I told her what I wanted for dessert. Her reactions were the highlight of my fucking life. Seeing her blush was like another hit of heroin for a junkie.
“What are you grinning at?” Juliette’s voice came from the entrance to the kitchen. “Like you’re contemplating taking over the world.”
I chuckled. “Nah, just pussy,” I remarked sweetly. “I haven’t had dessert since I ate your pussy. Nothing tastes as good as your—”
“Okay, okay.” She cut me off, her cheeks turning crimson. “We get it, my pussy.”
My smile spread wider and I winked at her. “Not to worry, Wildling. You’re safe with me and skiing requires too many clothes for easy access to your—”
“God!” she exclaimed, turning an even darker shade of red. “You really like that word, huh?”
“Only with you,” I admitted, then decided to give her a break. At least for a little bit. “You ready?” I asked.
She looked ready. A pair of black leggings, the familiar yellow pullover, and yellow Uggs. Light blue snowsuit hanging over her forearm.
“I’m not putting this on until we get there.” Juliette’s eyes flashed with irritation. “I’ll sweat my ass off.” Her eyes flicked toward my sweatpants. “I see you dress casually for skiing too.”
Something about the way she stared at a certain region had me smiling with smug satisfaction. Then as if she remembered her earlier argument, she returned her eyes to my face.
“I still don’t understand why you chose that for our daily fun,” she muttered. It turned out my competitive wife hated not being better than me at things. “I told you I’m not even a good skier. Everything snow, ice, or water turns into a disaster when I’m around.”
I sighed. “Trust me, Wilding. If I can teach Priest, I can teach you. My little brother has two left feet.”
She opened her mouth to respond but her phone rang at that moment. She pulled it out eagerly, then her brows furrowed. She didn’t wait, answering it before it could ring again.
“Hello?” she said. I was close enough to hear that it was a man’s voice and her face lit up with a broad smile. Jealousy shot through me like a lightning bolt, but I kept my shit together. I’d have to track that call and find out what fucker could put such a smile on her face. No one had that right. It was my job and my job only.
“Yeah, that won’t be a problem at all,” she purred. “I got the money.”
She hung up and her eyes shone with mischief. I couldn’t peel my gaze away from the way they glimmered. I had never seen her like this.
“By the way, thanks for the black Amex you left behind,” she said, eyeing me as she reached for a banana muffin. It was her favorite fruit and apparently her go-to snack. When she ate, that was.
“I saw you went shopping,” I remarked.
She shrugged. “I figured it’s what you would have wanted me to do.” She ripped off a piece of the pastry and popped it in her mouth. She made a small “mmm” sound that made all the heat rush to my groin. “Otherwise, why leave it?”
She had a point, although I never fathomed she could spend two hundred grand so fast without even buying jewelry. According to the transactions, fifty grand was spent at the retail stores. The rest was a cash advance.
Not that I cared. What was mine was hers and all that. For all I cared, she could blow it all. I made enough in a single day to support our lifestyle.
“Buy anything good?” I asked her.
She shrugged. “Yes.”
“What?”
She smiled. “You’ll see.”
Then she flicked her eyes over toward the door. “Are we ready to go start this ‘fun’ you have planned for today?” she inquired, her fingers coming up to make air quotes.
