“Thank you, sir,” I said.
“Go home and be with Rosalia,” Lucien said, flipping open his laptop. “I’m feeling particularly benevolent now that I’ve become a father. Better take advantage of it while you can.”
I locked my office and did as he said. It had snowed almost nine inches the night before and it lay in heaps on the sides of the road. For some reason, I was nervous at the prospect of seeing my wife.
It had taken her almost ten days and a round of antibiotics to get over her cold and during those days I’d stayed by her side. We’d spent a lot of time together in the last few weeks, but it was different than before and I liked it far better. It felt unusually peaceful. Like that battle we’d fought silently within the walls of our house had finally come to an end.
And I was so fucking ready for peace.
There was nowhere else I wanted to be than in that insufferably hot room, reading her books aloud to her as she watched me with bleary eyes. I’d had no idea she was such an avid reader and some of the content of her romance novels was a bit shocking even for me. But it amused her when I read them aloud, so I did it just to watch her smile.
I hadn’t touched her since that night. Even when her sickness cleared up, I still kept my distance and slept in the armchair. Sometimes at night I would watch her sleep while I sketched her again and again. I wasn’t a saint however. Most mornings and evenings I found myself in the shower, spinning through a mental reel of every dirty thing I’d ever done to her.
I pulled up outside my front door and sat back, releasing a heavy sigh. Lucien’s words echoed in my head. I’d tried to be a good husband to her even though I wasn’t sure what that entailed. But there was an itch for destruction in my chest that I had to fight every single minute. The voice in the back of my brain ached for chaos, it ached to feel the sweet ecstasy I found in her bed. It took everything I had to keep my monster tied down.
I slipped upstairs to our bathroom and took a long shower in an attempt to control myself. Then I dressed in one of my charcoal gray suits and went downstairs to find my wife.
She was in the kitchen rolling out dough. I paused in the doorway, flipping my car keys over my fingers, and took in the sight of her. My God, she was beautiful. Her dark hair was tied atop her head and she wore one of my t-shirts and a pair of cotton panties. There was flour in the tendrils of hair around her ear and down her neck. When she sensed my presence, she paused and looked up.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I thought I would take my wife out tonight,” I said.
She cocked her head. “Really? Have you asked her if she wants to go out with you yet?”
“She’s dying to,” I said, setting my keys aside and coming up behind her. I hadn’t made any sexual advances yet, but she didn’t push me away when I ground my groin lightly against her ass.
“Where are we going?” she breathed.
“I rented out the roof of the restaurant where I took you before.”
She turned in my arms, her eyes wide. “How much was that?”
I tapped her nose and she scowled. “Not for you to worry about. Go upstairs and get dressed and be back down here in a half hour. Go on, Mrs. Greene can clean the kitchen in the morning.”
A pink flush crept up her cheeks as she pulled her apron off and wiped her hands. I leaned on the counter and watched her ass move as she disappeared back into the hall. When she was gone, I went out to warm the car and then I pulled our coats from the closet and laid them out.
I heard her come down the stairs before I saw her and I knew she would be stunning. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight of my wife in a white, silk gown at the bottom of the stairs. She’d pulled her hair into a low bun and clipped a purple rose behind her ear. The gown was ruched and clung to her body, the bodice low over her breasts, and the skirt was open all the way up her right leg. All of the blood in my body surged down to my groin as I stared at her, speechless.
“You look…beautiful,” I said softly.
“You hesitated.” Her brow rose.
I shifted. “Because I have a somewhat painful erection in my pants right now.”
Her eyes dropped as she moved across the floor and paused before me. Her palm touched my stomach, her nails long and silver and her finger heavy with my ring. I felt my abdominal muscles tense as she slid her hand down past my belt and cupped my groin. Fuck me, it took everything I had not to grind into her palm.
“Are you going to be able to get that under control?” she said, her voice husky. Her big, dark eyes fixed up, watching me through heavy lashes.
“Why don’t you control it for me?”
Her mouth parted and the tip of her tongue flicked over her bottom lip. Hot arousal slid down my spine as she set aside her purse and her pretty hands began tugging at my belt buckle. She pulled aside the front of my pants and released my cock. For a second, she just held it in her soft grip, and then she sank to her knees.
I’d severely underestimated how aroused I would be by the sight of her dressed up to perfection and on her knees at my feet. I was already leaking by the time she put me into her mouth. Taking care not to spoil her hair, I took her ponytail and wrapped it around my fist. Then I watched my beautiful, wife suck me off without ruining a trace of her makeup.
I gripped her hair, forcing myself not to thrust against her face, and came hard. Harder than I had in weeks. A little groan rose in her throat and she sucked me gently through my release. Then she tucked me away and fastened my belt and allowed me to help her to her feet.
“Fuck, you are unbelievable,” I murmured, kissing her mouth.