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“No, but if he doesn’t get his shit in order, I might,” Gianni replied, and my eyes bulged at his honesty. “You’re my wife. Nothing tops that, Lo, not even him being your father.”
“You have to stop saying my wife like that,” I insisted, straddling his lap. Gianni was one of the most affectionate men I’ve ever been with until he got angry. I missed his touch and desperately needed to feel it.
“Why is that?”
“It makes my pussy incredibly wet.” Kissing his neck, I could feel him relaxing underneath me. “It makes me love you more than I already do.”
“That ain’t so bad.”
“Yeah, for you.”
“Angry or not, I got you, Lo. Married couples argue. This was the first, but it won’t be the last. Shit, I’m more afraid of married couples that don’t.”
“I really am sorry, Gianni.”
“You can’t keep shit from me, Hailo. Big or small, I need to know. We can’t be in this together keeping secrets.”
“I know now. Teach me. What does Gi need when he’s angry?” I asked, slithering between his legs.
“I don’t like to argue and say a bunch of shit that’s going to make it harder to come back from.”
“Like me being so damaged that I don’t know what I deserve,” Remorse filled his face as his hand brushed his brow. “Yeah, that hurt Gi.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, but I know what I bring to the table. I guarantee it’s more than he ever did, so I need you to trust me.”
“Okay.”
“We’re going to argue, but I’m not going anywhere, Pretty Lady.”
“Tell me again.”
“Fuck, Lo. I’m not going anywhere,” he struggled to get out as his dick hit the back of my throat. “I promise, baby. . . I’m not going anywhere.”
Ultimately that was all I wanted- a man that truly loved me enough not to leave. At this point, they were just words, but it was music to my ears, motivating me to keep going when I thought my jaws would collapse.
I quickly learned that Gianni thrived off being in control. As much as he enjoyed my lips wrapped around his dick, he hated the vulnerability it created, which is why he scooped me up and laid me on my back.
“What are you doing?”
“Pleasing, my wife,” he replied between planting kisses on my inner thigh.
“You’re growing real comfortable with that nickname.”
“I use it to remind you of your place.”
“My place?” I shrieked.
“Yeah, right here on your back. Legs wide open so I can eat this pussy,” he flirted, cleaning up his comment.
My breaths became ragged and shallow as he massaged my clit with his tongue. My dark eyelashes fanned my cheeks but did nothing for the heat rushing through my body. If perfection had a face, it would indeed be Gianni Meraux.
* * *
We managed to survive our first real fight. Of course, I slept a little better after my conversation with Gianni and some dick. I still had a lot to learn about marriage and my husband, but I felt more confident. Sky and I were going shopping today for the gala, and somehow Solana got invited too. I promised Mack I would be nice as long as she was too. I was no longer pregnant and ready to battle anybody who had something smart to say.
“Where are y’all headed?”
“Shopping for the gala. I didn’t know if you would be home, so I asked your parents to babysit. You’re off the hook.”
