But I don’t give up though.
I keep touching myself as I watch my husband. Tears fill my eyes and I’m overwhelmed with how much I love him.
I close my eyes and imagine him walking into the room, taking me in his arms and driving his—
“Angel?”
I jump and spin around. “Matteo!” I glance over my shoulder at the now empty courtyard. God, how long was I lost in my filthy daydream?
He sees my tears and freezes. “Christ, baby, what’s wrong?”
I just shake my head, overwhelmed with my feelings.
“It is Luca? You know he’ll be all right with hisNanna, right? Your concert in Rome will be over in three days and we’ll be right back here with our beautiful boy. I promise.”
My heart fills some more at the thought of our darling three-year-old boy, who’s spending time with his grandmother while I fulfil my obligation to my eager fans.
It’s been a crazy ride since my one YouTube cover song went insanely viral and got me a music deal with a prominent record label. Since then, my feet haven’t touched the ground.
I’ve performed in Vegas over a dozen times, and my agent is furiously working on a residency, I suspect with firm nudging from Matteo.
“No, it’s not that.”
His gaze drifts from the hand sneaking under my dress to my alarmed face and his swallows. “Was I too long at my meeting? I’m sorry but sometimes these things take more time than—”
“It’s not that either.”
His concern deepens as he crosses the room to stop in front of me. One hand slides into my hair and the other grips my hip. “Then what is it? Angel, you know I can’t bear it when you’re upset.”
“I’m not upset. Probably the opposite.”
He still looks puzzled, and half a second away from scooping me up and begging me to tell him what’s wrong.
I try shrugging but I’m too turned on to complete the motion. “I was watching you from the window.”
His fingers comb through my hair, the movement a touch agitated. “I know. I saw you. You looked so fucking beautiful my concentration was blown to shit.”
I shiver at the savage arousal in his voice. At the fingers in my hair growing increasingly frantic.
This is the man I love. Raw with an edge of violence.
“Watching you…it…made me hot,” I finally confess.
His eyes narrow. “What did?”
“You, laying down the law with those men. Unleashing hell on them in Sicilian.”
A cocky smile curves his sensual mouth and I stifle a moan at how hot he is with his windswept hair and three-piece suit and diamond cufflinks. “You got wet watching your part-time mobster Daddy doing his thing?”
“So wet. You lookedsohot.”
With understanding finally dawned, he pulls in a slow breath and releases me. “Pull those panties down, angel. Show your kingpin Daddy just how hot and wet you are.”
I whimper as I hurry to shimmy out of my panties.
He sees how soaked they are when they hit the floor and he groans. One hand grips the hard bar behind his fly and he licks his lips.
“Sweet Jesus, angel. Your panties are soaked. Come here,” he commands.