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Chapter Two: Katya

Of course I, like Vincent, was excited to get on with the wedding night festivities, but the fact that he thought I didn’t see him slip out with Mario and come back ten minutes later with an irritated look on his face kind of pissed me off. We’d been together a little over a year now, had a child together, and were now officially married. I knew him well enough to know what he looked like when he was working and what he looked like when he wasn’t. I’d asked him not to work during the wedding, but I obviously didn’t expect that he would be able to resist the urge—not with his upper ranks all in one place.

But was he honestly not going to tell me what got him so out of sorts on what should be the happiest day of our lives?

“Okay, I know you told me not to work,” Vincent said. “It was five minutes, just me and Mario, and at least half that time we were just shooting gin.”

“Fine,” I responded. “I believe you, but what was the conversation about? I didn’t believe for a second when I asked you not to work that you’d listen to me, but I expected that if youdidbreak myone rulefor the day that you’d at least tell me about it.”

He frowned. “Are we really going to argue on our wedding night?”

I lifted an eyebrow and gave him a sly look. “No. Not if you tell me what you two talked about.”

He snorted at me, smiling. “Katya Petrova, master negotiator.”

“Ah ah.” I held up a finger. “Katya Costello.”

Vincent nodded. “True indeed, excuse me.” Then he crossed his arms. “I mean… Could I interest you in a little exchange? You give a little and I give a little?”

“So I’m shorted informationandI’m the one who has to get naked first?” I asked.

Vincent nodded. “Fair enough…” He hooked a finger into his tie and started to loosen it.

My husband was quite sexy, this was something that couldn’t be denied. Becoming a dad hadn’t changed his appearance much, except that he let his beard grow out a little bit more, and he’d worked extra hard to make sure that he stayed fit during the pregnancy, because Mario scared him with horror stories of dads gaining weight along with the moms, as if it would have been a bad thing. He looked so incredible in his tux from the wedding, and he was making a show of pulling off his tie and then his jacket, eventually getting down to his button-up, which he opened so I could see his muscles bulging out of his undershirt.

“Now you…” he said slyly.

Looking him up and down, and not wanting to ruin our night, I turned my back to Vincent and pulled my hair aside. “Unzip me.”

He closed in on me immediately, smoothing one arm around my torso while using the other to gently pull down the zipper of my dress. He pressed his lips to the back of my neck as he did, and for a brief moment, I forgot the stand I was trying to take and leaned back, letting my head fall against Vincent’s shoulder. He started to gently rock me back and forth, almost like a dance, while he continued to drag my zipper down to the base, eventually loosening my dress enough that it was preparing to fall off and reveal my specially chosen underclothes.

Just as I was about to halt Vincent’s movement to gain more information, Vincent started to say, “Mario was telling me about a few more one stop shops getting hit. It’s definitely The Wreckers, and all the product was stolen again and will probably disappear like the last stuff. I’ve asked him to look into it, but be discreet so as not to kick up any dust while we’re on our honeymoon.”

I turned around to face him, shifting my shoulders so that my straps started to naturally fall on their own. “Mitzy’s been telling me about them. Right before Chloe left for Russia, the two of them were heading up an investigation team looking into them. Apparently they seemed like random, stupid kids—you know the type, we’ve run up against them a thousand times before—but lately, they’re seeming more organized, which was why Mitzy’s unit got involved.”

Vincent stuck his hands under my straps and ironed them down my shoulders to pull the straps down. I pulled my arms through, and Vincent grabbed one of my hands, kissing the back of it sweetly, before placing pecks up my arm and eventually to my lips. I grabbed the edges of his dress shirt and yanked it down off his body, then crawled my hands along his undershirt, dragging it out from its tuck into his pants until I could finally reach up to feel his taut ab muscles.

He stepped back from me and my dress fell and hit the floor and his eyes darkened and he let out a low hum. “Oh… This is…” He gave me a predatory smile. “I am going to destroy you.”

I giggled, stepping out of my dress. Underneath it was the lingerie I’d picked out specifically for our wedding night. A strapless, lace white, tight-fitting, cage-style, bustier bra that accentuated my breasts in a perfect way, a matching set of high-waisted thong underwear, and a garter belt that was attached to lace garters encircling both of my thighs. Complete with the heels that I may or may not have picked out because they matched both my wedding dress and my lingerie. I knew that I’d drop my new husband’s jaw with the ensemble.

“So you like it then?” I joked.

He shook his head in disbelief. “I was already planning on tying you up, but I’m going to have to be extra intentional not to cover up any of this packaging.”

He took a step back towards me, but I held a hand out to stop him. “What else did you and Mario discuss?”

“You’re a demon,” he barked. “I don’t want to talk about work right now.”

I let out a laugh. “Oh! Suddenly you don’t want to talk about work?”

He actually stomped his foot like a petulant child. “You’re not being fair.”

“You could have not broken the rule,” I replied.

A slick grin crossed his face. “A punishment, huh?”

“The sooner you talk, the sooner we can get down to brass tacks,” I quipped.