Page 96 of Immoral

When I finish my workout, I return to the suite. Cara is putting her makeup on. Breakfast is sitting on the table, and she has a plate with a half-eaten piece of toast and some scrambled eggs on her vanity.

I lean down. She looks up, and I peck her on the lips, inhaling her fresh floral scent. "Is that the new perfume I left on your vanity?"

"Yes. Thank you. I love it," she chirps.

I kiss her again. "Anything for you, tesoro. Let me refill your coffee." I pick up her mug and go to the table.

"Thanks, baby."

"Like I said, anything for you." I wink at her then add cream and sugar. I set it back on her vanity. "I'm going to shower and get ready."

"Okay. I'll be here," she sings.

I kiss the top of her head and get in the shower. I don't take long and am soon drying off. I step out of the bathroom and ask, "What are you wearing?"

"The new black dress you bought me last week. It's hanging on the door hook."

I bought her several black dresses when I went on a little shopping spree, so I'm unsure which one she chose to wear.

I open her walk-in closet and glance at the dress, nodding in approval. It's classy and chic. I bought it because it's perfect for the occasion but also not so flashy it'll make it seem like Cara is trying to compete with the models. It's a genuine concern Cara voiced when she was looking in her closet and picking out our outfits for this week.

I reach for the hanger and look at the gold cocktail dress behind it. "I assume you're wearing this one tonight?" I ask, holding it so Cara can see.

She peeks at it and returns to putting her mascara on. "Yep."

"Will you have time to come home and change?"

"Probably not. We'll have to change there."

"Okay." I go into her closet, find a garment bag, then put the gold dress inside it. Then I find my outfits and add the tuxedo. I slip into my black dress shirt, slacks, and sport coat.

Cara comes into the closet. Her black lace bra and matching thong set is see-through.

My dick starts to harden, and I tug her against me, palming her ass. "I think you're trying to make yourself late, Mrs. Marino."

She softly laughs. Her blue eyes sparkle with happiness, and that makes me elated. She flattens both hands against my chest. "Sorry, my Italian stallion. You're going to have to save it for later tonight."

I exaggerate my groan and tighten my palms on her cheeks, pulling her so her stomach is against my erection.

She laughs again, pushes my chest, and announces, "I need to get dressed."

I don't budge. "I could bend you over the dresser, and we could have a quickie."

She pushes harder, laughing. "Nooo! Not this morning!"

I chuckle, kiss her until she's breathless, then murmur, "You sure you want to skip the quickie?"

She wiggles out of my grasp and high-tails it to her closet. "Sorry! Maybe tomorrow!"

"You're killing me, tesoro," I shout after her then pick out my shoes.

"You'll live, lover boy!"

I grab black loafers and my Rolex. I take everything to the couch. My phone vibrates, and I read the text message.

Killian:Arianna's trying to get ahold of Cara, but she isn't answering her phone.

Me:Everything okay?

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