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She turns her head, green eyes glittering at me. "You missed me?"
I don't know how to navigate a relationship. I don't know if I should be vulnerable with her or not, but before I can stop myself, "I feel your absence like I'd feel a missing limb."
She inhales, tensing in my arms, then relaxes. "You can't say that to me. I've been so awful, Maksim."
"And I've been a fucking asshole to you. What is it you call me?"
She covers her face with her little hands. "Ogre." She replies and begins giggling. "God, I called you stupid sexy Italian Shrek."
I throw my head back and bark out a laugh. "When was this?"
"Saturday before your fight. I mostly said it to myself. So, there's that."
I hum, but the smile doesn't slide off my face. It's nice like this, a comfortable silence between us, but she's still tense. I hate it. I'm about to open my mouth to ask her what's wrong so I can fix it, how I can be a better man for her, but I don’t get the chance.
"How do we fix this, Maksim? You, me. You, me, and Parker? Was it real? Sunday morning was amazing. Having you both... it felt right to me. I can't choose between the two of you. I...carevery much for the both of you."
My fingers stop stroking her thigh. It's not exactly an ‘I love you’but that's okay. We can work up to that. "I think… he and I work better as a team when it comes to you. I say… we take it one day at a time and figure it out as it comes along. I don't have all of the answers, but Parker loves you. I know I've been fucked for you since the day I walked into that bistro, and you shoved your little gloved hand in mine."
She turns to straddle me, and I welcome the heat emanating from her pussy through my sweats. I wanted to be home when she woke up, so I stayed in my comfort wear after letting Niko know I would not be at Eden today. Her arms go around my neck and unsure if I’ll be able totouch her elsewhere without causing panic, I keep my hands on her hips. Fuck, she's so fucking beautiful, my heart is doing flips. Those peridot eyes of hers get me every time. "You can't mean that."
How does she not see my desire for her? She is everything I never knew I wanted or needed. Slowly but surely, she’s becomeeverythingto me. I look forward to every snarky remark, every eye roll, every chaste kiss. The best part of my day is getting home early and seeing her in my space – reading, working on her laptop, baking. I love seeing the new changes she’s brought about, thinking she’s inconspicuous, as if I wouldn’t recognize a new neon pink throw pillow or sparkly coffee mug.
"Every part of you entices me, Sabrina. From how smart you are, the way you sway your hips, the sound of your laugh, to the way you moan. There hasn't been a day I haven't fucked my fist to the thought of you since I met you." I move one hand to the front of her (my) shirt and unbutton the top button, then the other. "I've dreamed about sucking on these gorgeous tits and seeing if I could bring you to orgasm just by doing so.
“I have thought of nothing but learning your body to see how fast I can make this beautiful little pussy come for me. Thought of tying you up and spreading you on my desk, thighs far and wide so I could feast when I'm hungry, dip my fingers into you to tease you throughout the day, watching a sexy little river of your arousal pool on my desk. I've come to the thought of you letting me worship your body from lips to toes. I think at one point, I even begged the gods for you to love me enough to grant me access to your perfect ass," I say, unbuttoning the last button and then opening it like a curtain, groaning when I see she's entirely naked under our shirt. "Nothing prepared me for how good it felt for your cunt to be wrapped around me. You gripped me so tight, so warm and wet." I groan at the memory of my wife beneath me. “Youhave stolen every cohesive thought I’ve ever had. They all belong to you, mia moglie.”Wife of mine.“All of me belongs to you.”
"Maksim..." she whispers, but I haven't moved. I'm just admiring her, the champagne hue of her hair, loving the way her tits graze the fabric of the shirt, her chest turning that soft pink. I love the view of the soft swell of her stomach. So feminine. So beautiful... so mine.
My throat goes dry, but it waters at the same time, my tongue dripping with the need to taste her flesh. I grab her hands, put them flat on my chest, and lean back in my chair so I can drink her in.“I meant it when I said I was made for you, Duchess. But the more I think about you, the more I allow myself to lose myself to you, I know you were made for me, too.”
I don't know exactly what this feeling is invading my chest, the one that makes my heart slow even though it feels like it's racing, the one that makes me miss her when she's not around, the one that heightens when she's screaming at me. Fucking hell, the only time I don't feel erratic is when I'm with her and even then, my mind turns and turns along with whatever this feeling is at the pit of my stomach, because I want more of her invading my senses, my home, my life. I've never felt this before. But I know I won't ever feel it with anyone else, and I won't ever let it go.
I won't ever let her go.
I knew I was fucked the moment those jade eyes peeked up at me beneath her sooty lashes, and I no longer want to pretend that I’m not falling in love with my wife.
Before I can ask her to teach me how to love her, touch her and fuck her, there's a knock on the office door. We both look at Parker standing in the doorframe holding my phone and he shakes it at me. "Sorry to interrupt but Niko's called three times."
I hold my hand out, expecting him to throw it at me, but he rounds the desk and hands it to me. He puts his hand in Sabrina's golden hair and pulls it back lightly, causing her tits to push up as he leans down to kiss her. A light moan escapes her while I dial Niko.
"Boss." Niko greets as I watch Parker whisper something in Sabrina's ear and feel a tremor run through her exquisite body as she nods once.
"Yeah?" Parker peppers kisses beneath her ear, down to the nape of her neck. His hands slowly come up to her shoulders, and my shirt is slowly pulled off her body. Other than his lips, he's careful not to touch her as well.
"That guy?"
Sabrina slowly gets off of my lap while Parker drags the rest of my shirt off, pooling it on the floor at her feet. She stands before me, flawless and beautiful… and then gets to her knees.
“Which guy, Niko?” I ask, surprised when feather-soft fingers dip into the waistband of my sweats. I stare into verdant pools staring back at me, brows knitted together as if silently asking me if she can continue. I lean back in my chair and spread my thighs, so she has more room between them. She takes out my erection, and I hold back a hiss at how good my wife's naked hands feel on my feverish dick, ready to please me, even if it's Savage softly encouraging her.
She's almost trembling, but there's a soft confidence leaking through, more curious like she's challenging herself.
Has my little wife gotten brave?
“The one from the fight?” I hear Niko say in my ear, but I don’t take my eyes off of my wife.
Oh, right,thatguy.