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“You’re so nasty,” she whispered.
Dante chuckled. “I am only eating the pineapple you gave me.”
“Mhmm. You know what you’re doing.”
Eating quietly in the dark, they consumed all the fruit with Dante flush against her back and her body leaning into his bare chest. They were as comfortable and relaxed as if they had repeated the very same position dozens of times before.
When they finished, Dante trailed the tip of his nose along the curve of her neck and sucked her bare shoulder. With a quiet grunt, he slid his hands higher and cupped her breasts.
“Mmm.” Annabelle moaned softly, letting her head fall back and her body arch into his large hands as he squeezed.
His teeth tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she tilted her head to give him better access to her lips.
“We should go upstairs,” she whispered, reaching back to caress his jaw.
“We should,” he agreed, without moving.
He continued to massage her breasts through the thin top, pebbling her nipples and making her horny again.
Frustrated, she turned in his arms and traced the hard line of his jaw with her fingertips. Her thumb grazed his beautiful lower lip. They locked eyes, and then she kissed him, immediately opening her mouth to touch her tongue to his.
Dante groaned and edged her toward the fridge. Cold steel hit her shoulders.
“Dante, we can’t. One of the servants might see us,” Annabelle whispered, though excitement laced her voice.
“They never come in here this late at night.”
“How do you know?”
“I know.”
His strong fingers collared her throat as he pinned her to the fridge, and she whimpered. When he lowered his head to hers, she became lost in the darkness of his eyes.
“You will move into the master bedroom tomorrow,” he said softly.
Not a question. Simply a statement of what would be done.
He dragged his tongue up the side of her neck. “Say yes.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” Hunger deepened and roughened his voice.
Winding her long braid around his fist, he gently tugged her head back and sucked her left nipple through the fabric of her pajamas. Her knees almost gave way, and she clung to him.
“My wife,” he said with a deep growl, almost as if he were amazed by the fact.
Then he dragged aside the crotch of her shorts and filled her with his length. Lifting her against the cold appliance, he thrust over and over into her until they both climaxed, Dante groaning in satisfaction and Annabelle stifling a scream in the side of his neck.
20
Nolson Hilderbrandt’s grand estate consisted of a Neoclassical designed mansion, horse stables, and elaborate gardens which included fruit trees, located twenty miles outside of Houston on ten acres of wooded land. As Annabelle and Dante approached in the black Lincoln Navigator he’d hired, the long driveway to the front door gave the impression that they were out in the middle of nowhere.
The car approached the front of the house, and Dante shifted in the seat, the knowledge that he was finally getting an audience with Nolson hitting him square in the chest. He’d waited a long time for this day and intended to make the best of it.
Clifton had declined this year’s invitation, so Dante and Annabelle were attending the party without him. When they exited the car, she curled her fingers around his biceps. Tonight, her loose-fitting ivory dress highlighted the golden tone of her skin. The elegant design had been created by Lacey and swept low around her ankles, leaving her arms bare. In her hand, she carried a white bejeweled clutch and wore her hair in an intricate chignon with diamond clips holding it in place.
He’d donned a white dress shirt, a tailored black jacket, and matching black slacks, pairing the look with a modestly priced black and white luxury watch.
