Page 36 of The Almost One

He moves his mouth back to my rock-hard nipples at the same time as the tip of his finger presses against my ass hole. If he goes any further, I’m sure to explode. I speed up my movements, riding him harder, feeling him deeper inside me, and I hope to fuck he’s close.

“Now, Tesoro.”

Oh, thank you, gods… or should I say,husband…?

I scream with my release, my clit rubbing against him, his finger in my ass, his mouth on my nipple, and his cock so deep inside me it could come back up my throat. He comes at the same time, coating my insides with a few final pumps as he pops my nipple out of his mouth and claims my lips in a searing kiss.

“If you had panties I could clean you up with them. Dirty girl.” His smirk says a thousand more words that he doesn’t speak, and I shrug as I pick up his discarded T-shirt with a wink.

“It’s okay, this will do.” Standing, I use his T-shirt to clean up, smirking right back at my smarmy asshole of a husband, and he just laughs. Another clit-tingling sound… everything with Marco causes all these feelings, even when he’s pissing me off. It’s something I’ve never experienced before, but it kind of reminds me of Mr. Bobby and his beautiful wife. Gods bless their souls.

“Where’d you go, Tesoro.Are you okay?”

I must have zoned out for a wistful moment, as Marco is now standing behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, with his chin rested on my shoulder. I’m not about to tell him where my mind wandered off to, I’m not ready, but I know he can read me like a book.

“Yeah. Wanna head back? Your mom said she was making spaghetti for dinner.”

His eyes tell me he knows I’m just changing the subject, but he goes with it, holding out his arm for me to take. I make sure my boobs are back inside the dress, scrunching up his T-shirt, wrapping it in the blanket we were sitting on, and moving alongside him back home.

The house is about fifteen minutes from the beach, and there are a few other properties dotted along the way, each one as beautiful as the next. It’s not somewhere I’d ever want to build my own home though. My entire adult life was about appearances and status. I’ve experienced the deceit and lies that come with those things—in many ways—and it’s no longer for me.

As we are nearing the end of the beach, a flash of beautiful long red hair catches my attention. No… it can’t be. That would be way too big of a coincidence.

It fucking is. And is that…?

Unicorn-pigs must be flying somewhere because I can’t believe my eyes.

Kai… with Elizabeth.

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” Marco speaks the words that are going through my head out loud and we both pause in equal shock.

“What do you know about this?” I look to Marco, a hand on my hip in question. He’s not about to try and tell me he knew nothing. This man knows everything.

“Fuck.” He rubs a hand across his forehead before his eyes hold mine in place. “Okay, so I knew Elizabeth had bought a home in the Hamptons, and I recommended Kai to her for the renovations when she asked if I knew anyone.”

Oh fucking really?

“Is this what you discussed at youremergencydinner with her before you got jumped a few weeks ago?” He didn’t keep the dinner a secret from me, said it was some shit to do with keeping the peace with the Naples family, and I believe him, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t grate my every last jealous nerve. But I keep it in check—mostly—because I’d expect the same respect when I do things with my friends, like Kai. The fucking traitor.

“Actually, yes. It was discussed.”

“Well, okay then.” I literally have no more words to say without sounding like a petty little bitch, and that isn’t me.

While we’ve been standing here, Kai and Elizabeth have obviously spotted us and are now heading in our direction.

“Isn’t it a small world?” Elizabeth moves in to air kiss us both on the cheeks, and I want to stab her in her stupidly beautiful eyes for even looking at my husband, let alone putting her aura anywhere near him.

Kai looks a little sheepish; he knows what he’s done. He’s the one who has been telling me about Elizabeth’s encounters with Marco—not that I needed telling. He’s well aware of the whole Elizabeth situation, yet here he is, probably sleeping with the enemy.

“How far away from here is your place?” Marco’s brow is furrowed slightly in curiosity.

“Oh just five minutes from here. Papà surprised me with it and this area is stunning.”

Hmm… how fucking convenient.

“Kai, could I have a word?” Marco’s grip on my waist tightens slightly and I glare at him, telling him with one look that he needs to let me go.

“Sure.”

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