Page 182 of Corrupted By You

She tested it on her tongue for the first time—slowly and shyly—and repeated it to me once more. “Ti amo con…tutto il…cuore, Zeno.”

“Just like that,” I praised. “You’ll be an expert in no time.”

“I’m a fast learner,” she teased. “I’ve honed my culinary and sexual skills since marrying you. I’m sure I’ll be proficient in Italian in no time.”

I patted her ass in encouragement. “You got this.”

We basked in companionable silence, listening to each other’s quiet hearts.

I’d never felt more at peace than with Darla sitting in my lap, running her hands all over my back and laying gentle pecks on my face.

Before I met her, I merely existed.

Now, Ilived.

This woman was my sanctuary.

God as my witness, I’d protect her until my dying breath.

“I need to tell you something else.” I shivered when she sifted her fingernails through my hair. It was my kryptonite.

“I’m listening.”

“I went to see your mother a while ago. To apologize for everything. And I invited her over for dinner.”

Darla reeled back. “Really?”

“I asked her to call you.”

Darla swallowed. Gratitude shone in her eyes. “Thank you for extending an olive branch to her, but I doubt much will come from it.”

Mayor Hill didn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt, but I hated seeing my wife upset. “She might come around, Darla. You never know.”

She laid her forehead on mine. “I don’t want to talk anymore, Zed.”

“What do you want to do?”

“This.” She kissed me.

I fished out an ice cube from a glass of water. She watched in fascination as I plopped the cube into my mouth and kissed her again.

Darla made a noise of surprise when I passed the ice cube to her with my tongue. Her fingers curled over my shoulders. I loosened the sash of her robe so I could grip her naked waist. We made out to the strokes of a sensual piano piece and the music of the storm.

Hungry wet kisses.

Greedy roaming hands.

The ice melted with the heat of our passion and my wife stared at me like I was already deep inside of her.

The pulse of a wicked game oscillated in the air.

My thumb opened her mouth to touch her cold tongue. “Ten days. Eight Hours. Thirty-six minutes. That’s how long we’ve been away from each other,mon ange.”

She shrugged off her robe. My cock instantly roared to full mast. Darla would look lovely tied with ropes, sitting on a throne, while I licked the hot silk between her legs.

“Let’s remedy that.” My wife dragged my hand down her body. “Punish me for keeping myself away from you. Teach me a lesson so I never repeat my mistake.”

“Misbehaving is in your blood.” I swatted her ass. “You’re a heathen, Darla.”