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Me:Good.

Pina:You're welcome.

Me:Thank you.

I look at my tesoro. "Go put on your nicest dress."

She tilts her head. Her lips twitch. "Why is that?"

I step forward and tug her into me. I brush my lips against her ear. "Because I'm taking my sexy wife out to dinner. Now, get going, or I won't chain you to the wall tonight."

Heat bursts in her cheeks. Her blue eyes meet mine, and her chest rises faster.

I chuckle. "Don't make me make good on my threat."

She gives me a little salute. "Message received." She glances around her then murmurs, "Should I wear panties or not?"

My lips curve. "Surprise me."

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Cara

Garlic,fresh basil, and roasted onion burst on my tongue. "Mmm. This is so good," I chirp then take another bite of the four-cheese manicotti.

A humorous expression fills Gianni's face.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

His lips twitch. "Nothing."

I finish chewing, swallow, then insist, "Something appears to be entertaining you."

His grin widens. "I'm just happy you're enjoying dinner."

I take a sip of my Barolo then pat the napkin over my lips. "I can't believe you got us in here. I couldn't get a reservation until June."

His smile turns into a smirk. He sits back in the booth and shrugs. "Nothing to it."

I laugh. "So you just snapped your fingers, and we got in?"

"Something like that. Anyway..." He picks up my hand and kisses the back. "I have something for you."

I set my fork down. "What is it?"

His face turns serious. "Something I wish I were able to give you a month ago. And it's been driving me nuts you don't have it."

Gianni's always lavished surprise gifts on me, so it's not out of his character, but I'm unsure what he's going to give me. I tilt my head. "Okay. But I have everything I need."

He grunts. "No, you don't."

"I don't?"

He slides closer to me and traces the edge of my collar. Over the last few weeks, I've worn it daily. It's a stunning piece, and I put it on no matter what I wear. Plus, something about the way Gianni's eyes spark when he sees me in it gives me an extra incentive.

Tingles erupt under his fingers and race down my spine. I inhale sharply, shifting in my seat. I still don't understand why the collar turns me on so much, but it's only intensified since he gave it to me in Canada.

His hot breath hits my ear. He slides his fingers under the collar, drags his other hand over my thigh until he's cupping my pussy, and murmurs, "It's time to be clear who you belong to."

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