Page 112 of Nico

“Bianca-” Gia’s voice came through our haze of lust, and we separated so quickly, my front bumped into the stove. Nico quickly pulled me backwards so I wouldn’t get burnt.

I cleared my throat and flicked a glance his way. There was a satisfied smirk on his face, as he pressed a kiss on my cheek.

“Later,” he promised and my cheeks flushed, just as Gia showed up at the doorway.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked.

“No.”

“Yes,” Nico answered at the same time, and my cheeks must have turned crimson red.

Gia grinned knowingly, and I’d hate to even guess what she was thinking. “I was going to ask if you want me to set up the table?”

“Sure, the girls can help you. Everything should be ready in twenty minutes.”

He stood behind Gia and our eyes met. His finger lifted to his mouth and he sucked it clean, then pushed his hands into his pockets. If Gia would have turned around at that moment and saw him, I would have died of embarrassment.

“I have a quick call to make, and then I’m all yours,” he gave me a lazy smile. “I can help too.”

As he walked away, my eyes swept over his ass that looked too good in a pair of dark slacks. It just wasn’t right for a man to have such a fine ass.

* * *

The kids wereall tucked in, Mom was in bed after taking her meds for pain, and Gia retired for the evening. Nico and I tagged teamed the girls, and it made bedtime so much faster.

Quickly cleaning the kitchen so Nico’s chef wouldn’t find it a mess, my mind was lost in the past. It had never felt like this with William. He rarely tucked the girls into bed, regardless if he was home or not. Nico always helped when he was home.

“I’m ready,” Nico’s voice had me jumping, startled.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded and his eyes predatory on me.

“For what?”

He stalked towards me, a smile on his beautiful, handsome face.

“What are you doing?” I eyed him suspiciously with that grin on his face. He was up to something.

“I’m ready for my dessert,” he purred and something about the way he said it had me look at him twice.

Did he mean-? Or was he talking about the mousse I made? No, he made it sound way too suggestive to mean the actual dessert. Right? My skin heated, it seemed to happen a lot around this man.

I swallowed hard. “The chocolate mousse is in the fridge,” I replied, my voice husky.

He chuckled darkly. “We both know I’m not talking about the mousse.” Okay, now I was on fire. If I started fanning myself, would that feed the fire? Maybe a cold shower. “Take your panties off, wife.”

His body had me cornered against the kitchen counter. I glanced around, there wasn’t a single soul around. After we tucked in the twins, it seemed all Nico’s staff dispersed. But they could come back any moment.

“Here?” He couldn’t be serious. He pinned me against the counter, one arm on each side of me. The metal of his wedding ring clanked against the counter, a reminder I belonged to him.

“Yes, here.” There was nothing on his face that betrayed his desire. Except for his eyes. Those heated with something dark and sexy. “Now.”

“Someone will see,” I barely choked out, my heart pounding under my ribs. I was excited, turned on unlike ever before. “Shouldn’t we go into the bedroom?”

“If they want to live, they won’t see a damn thing,” he replied darkly. “And we are staying here. I want you to think about me every time you cook, every time you bake.” He wanted to mark every corner of this house, so I couldn’t escape the memory of his hands on me. Not that I could anyhow. “I need those panties, Bianca.”

Straightening up, my body stood flush with his. His eyes were hungry on me, watching my every move. I shimmied my panties down my legs, glancing around again to ensure nobody was nearby and then quickly shoved the panties into his extended palm.

“Here,” I muttered exasperatedly and turned on like never before. This man drove me nuts.