“Where would be the fun in giving it back to you?”
Dropping the digit into my pocket, I drifted out of the cloakroom where his private bathroom was located and did as I always did in situations such as these—turned into a ghost.
The second I was back with my family, it came as no surprise to realize that Inessa saw me before anyone else.
I shot her an innocent smile she didn’t trust then tucked her into my embrace.
“Well done, babe.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll give you my second gift later on.”
She snorted, but her gaze fastened itself on my face as she pulled back. Her hand stayed on my chest, the heat from her fingers sinking into me as she demanded, “What did you do?”
This time, my smile wasn’t innocent.
It was pleasant.
Placid.
“Gave him a reminder he’ll never forget.”
Inessa squinted at me. “What’s that?”
“Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to him.”
Though she huffed, I saw her pupils dilate in response to my words.
Becoming a student had given her all kinds of ideas and notions that her father wouldn’t have approved of, and while I had no problem with her turning feminist on me from time to time—even applauded her for it—I loved that I could still turn her to mush.
“Come on, Nessa,” Aoife inserted cheerfully. “You must be starving. I made you your favorite.”
My wife finally broke eye contact with me, her cheeks flushed, before she turned and gave our sister-in-law her attention.
Not all of it, however.
One hand stayed pressed against my chest.
Her thumb tucked itself between the overlapping flaps where the buttons sat.
I felt that caress like she was sucking on my dick.
Knew it for the promise it was.
Later.