"Remember the time I told you to jump, and you said no?"
"I was being careful," his wife protested.
"Who the hell needs to be careful when playing Super fucking Mario?"
Bailey suddenly had her phone out and made a show of answering a call. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Thompson." She glanced at Stelios over her shoulder, mouthing, 'Sorry, I gotta take this.'
It was really fucking cute how his wife fully believed she could get away with faking phone calls every time she was about to lose an argument.
"Oh, that's so true, too, Mrs. Turner."
And the way she could never keep her lies straight was even cuter.
Stelios was about to turn his attention back to setting the table for dinner when he noticed the unintentionally provocative sway of her hips as she ascended the stairs.
Fuck.
What he would give right now, just to feel those same hips shaking under him as he pounded her pussy.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It was times like this that he could only question his sanity.
Why the hell had he said yes when Bailey asked him to give her ninety fucking days before consummating their marriage?
BAILEY CAME BACK DOWN for dinner with her hair still wet from the shower, and the sight had his mind wandering like always to tortuously forbidden territory.
Two more days, Diamandis.
Just two more days, and then he would know for himself what it was to grip her hair while he fucked her in the shower.
He watched his wife hop up on the bar stool across his, and her daintiness was just one more thing about her that completely turned him on.
She was 5'3 (or 5'3 and 3/4 inches if one asked his wife) to his 6'3, and Stelios could hardly wait for a chance to carry his petite wife in his arms and have her naked body bouncing up and down on his cock.
"Oh wow."
His wife's soft gasp had him reluctantly hitting pause on his sexual fantasies, and just in time for Stelios to catch her taking a photo of tonight's dinner.
"I'm. Too. Spoiled."
Stelios was unimpressed. The only times she tried to flatter him was when she wanted him distracted.
"Who's the photo for?" he asked bluntly.
"Huh?"
"You only post photos of us—-"
"Technically speaking, I'm posting a photo of my steak."
"—-or our life together," he added without missing a beat, "when you're trying to piss someone off."
Bailey gave him a wounded look. "That's so not true."
"Last chance, wife."
"Dude!"
The god-awful word caught him off guard, and seeing him flinch had Bailey laughing.
"Is it really that bad?"
"Fuck, yes."
"You are too cute—-"
His lip curled. "Shut up if you know what's good for you."
"And nice—-"
His wife reached for the salad bowl while speaking, and he gave her a light tap on the wrist to remind her that it was his job as her husband to serve her.
Her smile turned into a full-fledged grin as he took the salad bowl from her. "See?"
Stelios scowled. "What?"
His wife was grinning now, and while he was sorely tempted to throw the entire thing into the trash just to prove her wrong—-
Fuck.
Bailey laughed as he dumped salad on her plate before handing it back to her.
"See? See? You can pretend all you want, but I know you're just like Theía where it matters—-"
"Say I'm nice again," he said pleasantly, "and I'll kill you."
"If Mr. Ex-Greek-Mafia-Royalty says I can't say he's 'nice' then I won't."
"Good—"
"So can I just say you're so wonderfully chivalrous, with how you always need to open doors and—-"
He stabbed a slice of wagyu steak from her plate and popped it inside of her mouth.
"Chew well, wife."
The evening ended just like how all their other evenings did since they married, with Stelios torn between wanting to giving his wife a good hard shake...and having her pussy for dessert.
He was not fucking nice, dammit.
'Nice' made him sound like he was her big brother, and the thought had him gritting his teeth as he followed Bailey up the stairs.
After answering a couple of emails in his study, Stelios saw that Bailey was already fast asleep in their bed, and the sight of her was as agonizing as it was arousing.
When she had asked him to give her three months, he had told her he would only agree on one condition, and that was for Bailey to sleep in his bed every night. It had seemed like a good idea at that time, but fuck if the whole thing hadn't backfired on him...and it was all because of this.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
It didn't matter if she had on a pair of PJs or her favorite cotton camisole. Just seeing her in his bed was always enough to have his cock harden and throb, and tonight was no fucking different.
Stelios jerked himself off in the shower, but it still wasn't fucking enough.
Two. More. Days.
He only had to keep his hands to himself two more days, and after that...