37. Like A Good Wife
CHAPTER 37
LIKE A GOOD WIFE
M arco
“The housekeeper?” Jia balks.
“Crazy, I know.” I still can’t quite believe it myself. Nico’s girlfriend had caught her a few months ago snooping around his computer, and he’s had eyes on her since, but the woman is a pro.
She shifts beneath the comforter, and I catch a flash of red lace. “Why would the Puerto Rican mob want to kill me?”
“I don’t think they do, other than to cause tension between the big crime families. If we assumed it was Lei and his band of rebels, we’d break apart the Four Seas from the inside out.”
“And that would make us more vulnerable.”
“Exactly.” My hand nudges her leg hidden beneath the blanket, and she jumps at the brief contact.
The comforter slides down, revealing her shoulders and the sleeves of a crimson lace negligee. My brain short circuits for a second as all the blood rushes to my dick. Cazzo , she’s wearing sexy lingerie?
She jerks the silky coverlet back up, but the damage has been done. When she texted me saying she wanted to talk, I assumed it was bad.
“Are you trying to seduce me, spitfire?” I slide up the bed, closer.
“No…” she mumbles.
“Then let me see what you’re wearing.” Whatever it is, it’s a far cry from the typical oversized sweatshirts she wears to bed.
She curls into a ball, wrapping the comforter tight around her. “No. It’s too late.”
“That’s not fair,” I whine. “If I knew this was what you wanted to talk about, I would have been home hours ago. Fuck the shooting.” A smirk crawls across my lips unbidden.
“You’re such an ass.”
My fingers creep up the coverlet and tug at the edge. “Come on, at least let me see.”
Jia clutches the silky comforter in a death grip. “You lost your chance.”
“Don’t make me tear that thing off you, wifey.”
Her eyes flash. “Do it, and you’ll be spending the night in the guest bedroom.”
That fire in her eyes has my cock straining against my slacks, and I’m about a second away from losing it. Rising to my feet, I loom over her, but she glares right back up at me, defiant as all hell.
“Jia, as your husband, I demand that you show me what you’re wearing.”
A laugh erupts from her clenched lips. “Oh, really? You demand it, do you?” She pulls the covers over her head, and wild cackles vibrate beneath the silky fabric. Once the last bit of laughter dies out, she re-emerges with a shit-eating grin. “I may be your wife, but you do not own me, and you certainly cannot demand that I do anything I don’t want to.”
Merda , I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I’m sure all the blood has evacuated my brain because I’ve never done this for any female, any pussy. But damn it, I just can’t get my wife out of my mind. Her honeyed taste, those sounds she made as she came on my fingers, the idea of being the first to have her, it’s all I can think about.
I drop to my knees, and Jia’s narrowed eyes widen. “Please, spitfire, show me the delicious, sexy negligee you’re hiding beneath the covers, and I promise you a night you’ll never forget.”
Her dark brow arches and a hint of excitement streaks through those midnight orbs.
I press my palms together and fix my eyes to hers. “ Ti prego .” Fuck, now I’m begging for sex? When did this happen?
A sigh parts her lips and devastatingly slowly, she peels back the comforter. Sheer ruby lace molds to her milky white skin and smoldering heat ravages my veins. Even the small white bandage across her sternum doesn’t detract from her overwhelming beauty. A deep-V drops nearly to her bellybutton, the scrap of material barely concealing anything. Her nipples are peaked beneath the translucent lace, and it takes every ounce of restraint I possess to keep from capturing one in my salivating mouth.
“ Madonna, sei belissima. Cazzo , Jia, you are more beautiful than the dawn breaking over the horizon, illuminating the entire city.”
A silly grin parts her lips, and I realize how ridiculous I sound.
I cannot rip my gaze away from her as I take in every inch of porcelain skin. I follow the trail of lace from the dip of her shoulder down her arms, nearly reaching her fingertips. Again, I’m momentarily aware of the constant covering of her arms, but I’m too damned distracted by the lust pounding through my veins to dwell on it.
“So before I fucked up by coming home late again,” I whisper, barely recognizing the soft, dreamy quality in my tone, “what did you have in mind for tonight?”
She shrugs, wisps of dark hair falling across her face. I reach for her instinctively and sweep the stray tendrils behind her ear. Her breath hitches as our skin makes contact, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep from really touching her.
“Will you let me…” I let the rest of the question hang in the air between us as her head slowly dips.
That faint gesture is all it takes for the dam to burst. I leap onto the bed, pinning her to the mattress on all fours. She gazes up at me, a tangle of emotions I can’t pretend to decipher flashing across the endless midnight. I capture her mouth, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck so I can devour those pouty lips before she stops me. Instead, she moans against my tongue as I ravage her, keeping myself suspended over her body to avoid the wound.
There’s nothing I want more than to rub my hardass cock against her, to release some of the building pressure, but if I drop down on top of her, I could aggravate the stitches. So instead, my biceps burn from hovering just a few inches above her. I barely notice the strain, the pounding heat raging through my body consuming all my attention.
I want to bury my cock inside her so badly, the desire is all-consuming. I want to claim her as mine and only mine. Why the fuck did I agree to the open marriage? The idea of another man’s hands on her drives me to the point of insanity. And I haven’t even fucked her yet. Once I do, I’m certain nothing will ever be the same.
Jia wiggles beneath me, drawing my thoughts to the fire building between us. She angles her hips, desperate for that friction my cock is more than eager to provide.
“How are your stitches?” I murmur against her lips .
“Fine,” she pants.
Her hips rock, meeting mine, and that faint brush with her pussy has stars dancing across my damned vision. Her hands come around my waist and settle on my ass, driving my cock between her legs.
Cazzo …
“Are you sure you’re well enough?—”
“Damn it, Marco, just fuck me already.” Her dark eyes sparkle with desire. “I’ve waited over twenty years for this moment. I’m ready.”
“ Dio , I love it when you’re demanding.” My hands move to my belt buckle, but Jia sits up, pushing them away.
“Let me do it.”
Merda , I’m going to come just from that commanding tone. With all my previous partners, I’ve been the one in charge. I never thought I’d like being the submissive one…
Her slender fingers make quick work of my slacks, then my boxer briefs, and my cock springs free. She eyes the thick, veiny bastard for a long moment, and I’m terrified she’s going to reconsider.
My dick is huge. And it’s not arrogance when it’s true. I’ve spent enough time around the locker room in Palestra to know it’s a fact. My brother and I are well-endowed. It must be our genes or something.
“We’ll take it slow,” I whisper, as she continues to size up my cock.
Her head dips before her fingers wrap around my shaft, and a tremor races up my spine. As she runs her hand up and down my length, I rip my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. I’m completely naked, but she’s still wearing that ruby teddy. Not that I mind, but I’d prefer to see all of her.
As she continues to stroke my dick, I reach for the lace at her shoulder and attempt to draw it down her arm. She freezes, every muscle in her body going taut. “Don’t,” she snaps .
My gaze lifts to hers, brows furrowed. A storm of emotions brews beneath the dark, impenetrable surface. “But how am I supposed to?—”
Releasing my dick, she brings her hand between her legs and unfastens two snaps. The lacy fabric falls away revealing her pussy.
“Hmm, I guess that will work.” I can’t deny the frustration of being unable to see all of her though. Maybe she just needs to work up to it. Her body is perfect, what would she be embarrassed of?
The curious thoughts scramble away as her hand wraps around mine and brings it to the wetness between her thighs. A hiss purses my lips as I feel how drenched she is.
“Mmm, spitfire, you’re already soaked and ready for me like a good wife.”