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spread legs. “I think you can do better than that,” she muttered against my lips.
My hands found her thick hips. “Been waiting for me to get home, huh, Fiore?”
“I got home from work and had a few drinks with the girls. It only seems logical that you taking care of my other needs would come next,” she teased.
I stepped farther in between her legs. “Are there specific needs you had in mind?”
Her hands reached out, unbuttoned my suit jacket, and pushed it off my shoulders. I didn’t say anything when she noticed the lack of holster. But her hands reached around, and it was the sexiest fucking thing on earth when she pulled the gun from my waistband and set it behind her on the bar top. Every girl in the family knew her way around firearms, so safety wasn’t an issue. But I loved how she didn’t flinch whenever I was armed, which, let’s face it, was most of the time.
Her prismed gaze met mine as she said, “You know, I wouldn’t mind stripping you down and watching you jack off.”
“Jesus,” I choked out. The girl didn’t hold back in the bedroom, that’s for sure. “Baby, do you really think I’ll be able to have my dick out and not have you bouncing on it?”
Her eyes smoldered and, fuck, she was stunning. “I always want you inside me, Francisco,” she confessed in a lust-filled whisper, and I knew she meant every word. She used my first name, after all.
“Yeah?” I rasped out, my hands tightening on her hips. “Can’t get enough of my cock?”
She shook her head shamelessly. “I ache for you,” she said, surprising me that she wanted me to know all this. I knew she was still suffering from some of the aftermath of everything that had happened and, while she gave her all in the bedroom, this is the first time she’s been vocal about what she felt for me. She begged me to fuck her all the time, but she’s never confessed to aching for me.
“Maybe we should take that honeymoon after all,” I suggested. “No work. No parents. No siblings. Just you and me and a bed.”
Her gaze fell to my lips and back up to my eyes again. “Maybe we should.”
I dropped my forehead to hers. “I want to wreck you, Luca” I said, making a confession of my own. “I want you addicted to my touch and dependent on me for everything.” It was the truth. This girl needed no man, and that’s why I wanted her to need me. “I want you to call me during the day and beg me to come home because you need what only I can give you.”
“Give it to me now,” she demanded.
“I love you, Luca,” I said.
And like the night of our wedding, she said, “Make me believe it.”
Epilogue
Francisco – (Six Months Later)~
There was no better way to wake up than to have your wife’s mouth wrapped around your cock.
My hands slid into the softness of her dark hair, and I held on as Ria’s mouth worked its magic, and she had me pushing up to meet her throat. “Baby…”
Ria worked my cock until I was ready to explode, and then she climbed up until she was straddling my hips. I watched through hooded lids as she sank down over my cock. My hands grabbed her hips, and we worked in perfect harmony to bring us both to the edge of what only we could do for each other.
Exhausted and spent, Ria was sprawled out on my chest, my fingers making random patterns across her back. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I teased.
“It’s your favorite way to wake me up, so I thought I’d return the favor,” she teased back.
“That wasn’t a complaint, mind you,” I clarified. We’ve been married six months already, and we were still insatiable in bed.
Things have also gone back to a relatively normal life for what is normal for us. Ria worked things about with everyone, and everyone’s done their best to move past it all. It helped that Ria seemed genuinely happy, and if she felt her marriage was lacking, she didn’t show it.
“I forgot to tell you,” she piped up. “I found a paper with names listed in the FB column and names listed in the CB column.”
“Jesus, that girl,” I grumbled.
“Seems she was right,” Ria chuckled. “I think getting me pregnant is the only way to stop her.”
“Where was your name listed,” I joked.
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