Page 136 of Crazed

Arrogance fills me. I tease, "Of course I am. That's why you married me."

She laughs, and her face lights up.

"That's better. I much prefer you happy than worried. Leave the latter to me," I order.

She gives me a salute then says, "Yes, sir."

"I think you mean Daddy," Chanel voices.

Katiya's cheeks flush, and we glance up to see her smirking.

She wiggles her eyebrows. "Did you two get hitched, or did your plans get interrupted?"

"Oh!" Katiya glances at her dress. "Yes."

"Our dinner got interrupted. I assume there wasn't time to grab a lot of food?" I ask.

Chanel beams. "There's plenty on board for me to whip up. Just don't expect anything fresh."

"Deal." I turn to Katiya. "You hungry?"

"Yeah. Starving, actually."

"I'll bring you some bread and get started on the rest," Chanel states.

"Great. Thanks," I reply.

Wickedness fills Chanel's green eyes. She clears her throat then studies Katiya.

My dolce nervously questions, "What's wrong?"

Chanel shakes her head then pulls out the pair of Katiya's panties I gave her. She holds them in the air, not saying anything as my dolce's cheeks turn fire-engine red. Her breath hitches. She slowly tears her gaze off the thong and pins her blues on mine.

Chanel asks, "Mrs. Marino, would you like these back?"

"Did you wash them?" I inquire.

She dangles them closer to my face. "No."

The slight scent of my dolce's arousal flares in my nostrils. I breathe deeper as Katiya squirms on my lap. I drag my knuckles down her cheek, and she shudders. Testosterone flares in my veins, giving me an instant erection. I pin my stare on Chanel, firmly ordering, "Make extra food. My wife needs her energy. And you can keep the panties for now."

Chanel's lips twitch. She grins at us, her gaze lingering on Katiya. My dolce digs her fingers into my shoulders, lifting her chin. Chanel replies, "Thank you, sir. And can I say you look beautiful, Mrs. Marino."

"Thank you," Katiya replies, her face lighting up again.

Chanel shoots us another naughty grin then disappears.

I move my hand to Katiya's zipper then lean into her ear. "How long do you think they'll be in the bedroom?"

She takes a deep inhale and shifts her wet heat over my cock. "I don't know. Can we make them stay back there?"

I chuckle then peck her on the lips. I move her off me and rise.

"Where are you going?" she asks.

I fist her hair, tug it, and lean over her face. She gasps, and I answer, "To lock them inside so I can play with you, Mrs. Marino."

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