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“I found this place a long time ago. It’s never changed. You can tell by the red tablecloths and the pictures on the walls.” Gio and Bronco were outside, two other soldiers canvassing the streets, but at least we were very much alone in the restaurant.

“The food was incredible.” She sighed. “Tonight almost feels like a date. You know, as if we’re a real couple.”

I tipped my head, admiring her beauty especially in the candlelight. “I have news for you. We are a real couple.”

“Not to repeat myself, but so you say.” She leaned further across the table, resting her head on her hand.

“We’re moving into a new house together. We’re having dinners like normal couples would. Heck. I even went to the grocery store.”

“For ice cream, cookies, and potato chips.”

“Everything a growing boy needs.”

She scoffed. “If you mean a very large child then okay. Not the munchkin. He needs vegetables and chicken. Maybe fish.”

“And pizza.”

We both laughed, but there was a mounting tension between us. She was highly intelligent and extremely intuitive, catching every inflection of my voice and every action I took. She’d had some decent ideas about what could be happening, although since I hadn’t been able to share but so much with her, the ideas she’d presented were merely placed in the back of my mind.

“I’ll give you that. I’ll also take the scrumptious vodka penne I just had from time to time.”

“So Italian is your favorite,” I suggested.

“Heck, no. I like it, don’t get me wrong, but Mexican food is my jam.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.” She gave me a heated look.

“Mine too. I’m not joking. I could eat freshly made guacamole every single day. But not avocado toast.”

Her laughter could light up any room. “Agreed.”

When her smile faded just a few seconds later, I shifted around the corner of the booth, so I was sitting closer to her.

“Oh, secrets,” she whispered.

“Not secrets. Tell me, did you obey me tonight?” I asked, trying to put us both in a better mood even as the meeting with Louis remained fresh in my mind.

“Obey you? Never.” She blushed slightly and I knew I was right.

When I slipped my hand under the table, she playfully tried to push it away. “What are you doing?”

“I’m checking to see if you’re a good little girl.”

“I’m always good.” She curled her hand around mine and I took a deep breath. The sweet aroma of her desire wafted to my nostrils. With her assistance, I crawled my fingers along the inside of her thigh.

She stiffened, glancing around the restaurant. “Someone could see us.”

“That makes it more exciting.” When she spread her legs further apart, I growled slightly. I did so enjoy seeing the seductive looks on her face. She had obeyed me, coming to dinner without her thong. I inched closer, taking a sip of my drink while I swirled my finger around her clit.

Her eyes closed and she tried to act as if nothing was going on, but within seconds, she was panting slightly. “So bad. I should hate you.”

“Then hate me all you want.” I drove my finger past her swollen folds, marveling in the way her pussy muscles clamped around my long digit.

My lovely bride wiggled in her seat, licking her lips before finally opening her eyes. She reached for her wine, almost toppling it over.

“It’s good to see I have this kind of effect on you,” I whispered.