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“No.” Sasha shakes her head, her long dark ponytail sitting high on her head, the ends of it swishing over her shoulders. “No, no. Just the family.”
Paige rests a hand on my shoulder. “Just the Beauties. Trust us. We all have old family baggage from before. We want this to be fun.”
Sasha slips an arm around my waist, pulling me tight. “Chosen family only.”
“Chosen family only.” Paige gives an affirming nod.
“Chosen family.” I let the words roll off my tongue, seeing how they feel. They make my heart skip a beat. “I love it.”
The doors open, revealing a fall fairy-tale land. I can see from where I stand that this party is every lover of autumn’s dream come true. A massive white tent encloses the rooftop, large cream-colored stone bowls are scattered across the concrete, flames rising from their insides, warming the space. Twinkling white fairy lights are strung overhead, their numbers seeming to be in the millions.
Long, dark wood tables are covered in gourds and pumpkins, all kinds of adorable mini-bites displayed inside their scooped out insides. The bar is prepped with already-poured flutes of champagne and lines of martini glasses filled to the brim with a pinky-orange concoction. A place card informs they’re a Pomegranate Pumpkin Martini.
Desserts consist of bite-sized pumpkin and caramel-flavored cheesecakes and two-bite creamy chocolate brownies. There’s a table of gifts, all wrapped in festive fall colors.
All this… for me?
Tears spring to my eyes as I’m welcomed in a cloud of perfume and couture with open arms. Tight hugs warm my body, soft kisses leave tingles on my cheeks. Words of well wishes and compliments are showered upon me.
Later during the evening when I open the gifts they’ve brought, I find pretty lingerie, jewelry, colorful, softly scented candles and… toys for the bedroom. All kinds of rubber and plastic tools I’ve never held in my hands, much less owned.
The women, tipsy from their drinks and the magic of the evening, explain each one, telling salacious stories from their own marriages. Ones that leave me pressing my thighs together, a hot flush rising to my cheekbones.
The evening ends with more drinks. A parquet wood dance floor is quickly laid out where there were once chairs to watch me open gifts. The stringed instrument musicians leave, replaced by a DJ booth. A female DJ whose name I’ve heard dropped around the city asks us in a booming voice, Are you ready to have some fun? Let’s shake those asses!
We dance for what feels like hours, kicking off our shoes and laughing from our bellies. A smiling Caesar drops me back off at home, shaking his head as my tipsy kiss misses his cheek, landing on the corner of his lips.
“Oops!” I giggle, waving him goodnight as I press my finger on the black pad to open the front door, now painted a soft robin’s egg blue. I try to be quiet, taking off my sandals, knowing Dolores and Dante have already gone to bed.
Damian’s waiting for me in the kitchen. I stand in the frame of the doorway for a moment, taking in his handsome face. I still find it hard to believe this gorgeous man is mine.
His hungry gaze roves over my entire body, lighting it on fire. “God, you look sexy.”
“Thanks.”
He hops down from the counter where he’s been sipping a beer. He crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze lingering a moment at the short hem of my skirt, my bare legs. “How was it?” he asks.
“Amazing! Gosh, they spoiled me something crazy.” I come into the room, breathless from all my new-found knowledge, tipsy from the expensive champagne. “And then they told me everything about their sex lives! I thought Beauties would be discreet, but there were these toys and stories—they just spilled it all and it got me to thinking about all the things I’m supposed to do, that we’re supposed to do and it’s all so—kinky—” I stop to take a breath, my worried gaze holding his as I continue, “and I don’t even know if I want that and—”
He closes in on me, absorbing my next words with his kiss. I melt against him, letting all the excitement and anxiety of the day seep out of my body. He pulls his lips from mine just long enough to stare into my eyes and whisper, “All that matters is right here. Me and you. This.”
His words make every nerve ending in my body tingle with pleasure. I take a deep breath and, on the exhale, I release every worry. I know this man will take care of me, stand at my side, and love me for the rest of my life.
And I’ll do the same for him.
And that’s all that matters.
And he kisses me again.
I go dizzy from the kiss for a moment, before more worries crop up. I pull back, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Are you sure?” I ask. “I never want to let you down.”
“You never could,” he says. “Don’t be intimidated. Some of us are kinkier than others, but we get to choose what we want for our marriage. You set the tone. I’ll go as spicy or vanilla as you want.”
“Spicy?” I ask.
A sultry glint flashes in his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up in a sexy, teasing grin. “Whips, chains, handcuffs, belts. There’s even a kink club hidden high in the mountaintops of Italy.”
A kink club in Italy? Who could say no to that adventure? I will go, one day, but I’ll need some time.
