Awesome!
Can't wait.
You promise?
I think I need saving from myself.
"Welcome back, Mrs. Diamandis." The housekeeper is struggling to keep her face straight as she opens the front doors to let me in. "Mr. Diamandis asked me to remind you to meet him by the pool house and that—-" The older woman looks at me apologetically. "—-you will not have his cooperation in making a baby if you were to disobey him."
"Thanks for the, um, reminder, Mrs. Stark." I force myself to smile while wondering how many years I'll have to spend behind bars if I were to kill my husband. But when I finally get to the pool house, and I see Stelios swimming laps—-
You're officially hopeless, B.
I can't even remember what I'm annoyed about, and my brain is only capable of thinking one thing and just one thing alone the moment I see my hot, hot, HOT husband slashing the water like Michael freaking Phelps.
Oh...fuck.
Stelios looks like a shiny Greek god (or Aquaman with shorter hair and zero tattoos) as he finally grabs the handrails to pull himself out of the water. He stops toweling himself when he sees me standing by the doorway.
"How long have you been watching me, glikiá mou?"
"Oh, I just got here."
Stelios smiles. "A liar and a perv..."
"Um...ouch?"
"And that's just the way I like you," Stelios purrs.
Don't take that as a compliment, B!
I plant my hands on my waist. "Why did you want to meet you here?"
He looks at me in surprise. "You really don't know?"
My brows furrow. "Should I?"
"This is the last place in the house where we haven't fucked," Stelios says simply, and I don't know whether to laugh or groan.
I think he's right.
Having been married to this man for months, I really should've expected him to say something like that.
"And we'll get to that, too," he promises. "But in the meantime..."
Ten minutes later, and I'm trembling and naked atop my husband's equally naked body...with both of us just chilling and floating on an inflatable giant-sized leaf that makes me feel like we're shooting for the porn version of Thumbelina.
Stelios is completely relaxed, with his hands even clasped behind his head, while I'm torn between resisting the urge to rub my pussy against his powerfully pulsing cock...and staying completely still so I don't accidentally fall into the water and drown.
"Stop stressing, wife."
"Easy for you to say," I mutter.
"How have you been able to live your whole life in Florida and not know how to swim?"
"Because I'm special, that's why."
Instead of rolling his eyes like I expect him to, I find my husband smiling down at me instead.
"You are that."
I have to quickly look away in case my resting bitch face fails me again, and I end up exposing the truth about my feelings.
Why is this man so good at disarming me?
Surely it's impossible for my husband to always be able to say the right things...without having feelings for me as well?
His fingers slowly comb through my hair, and I take a deep breath before lifting my head so I can make a face at him. "There's no need to butter me up," I grumble. "I'm already your wife."
His smile turns into a smirk. "That almost sounds like you want me to butter you up some more."
"Uh, no, it's not!"
Right?
Whatever.
"Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me about something?"
"I do."
"And?"
This is the part where my husband would usually start fucking with me (or fucking me if I'm lucky), but instead his handsome face turns grim.
"Kayra is very protective of you."
I look at him uncertainly. "Where is this going?"
"Helene's death might make her think we're better off divorcing."
I nearly fall out of the inflatable for real at his words. "What?"
"If that time comes, and it does seem that you're likely to stay safer with a divorce—-"
"Stop," I choke out.
I can't believe I've been blind all this time.
My husband's level of obsession has been medically diagnosed as potentially dangerous. It's the kind that may push him into killing someone he loves...rather than seeing that same person leave him.
And yet here he is, telling me that he'd rather give me my freedom...if keeping me by his side might put my life in danger.
You love me, don't you, husband?
Don't you?
Don't you?
I'm dying to say the words.
But since the tiniest part of me is still scared of being wrong and getting rejected—-
"Bailey?"
My husband's voice is sharp, and his body rigid as he feels me carefully inch down until I'm at eye level with his member.
You can do this, B!
Stelios inhales audibly as I curve my fingers around his thick shaft. I can feel his gaze devouring me as my lips part, and my heart starts to race as I slowly lower my head.
Too huge!
It's a struggle just to get the head of his cock inside my mouth, and it's an even bigger struggle not to gag as the length of him slides past my lips.