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Something she’ll never have.
She sucks her teeth in a very unladylike way before opening her mouth to say something more.
But her date cuts her off.
“Angela. Leave me and Delilah.”
“Dante—”
“Angela.”
I don’t even try to hide the smile. Not even a little. Her jaw tightens before she puts her hand on his chest, moving to her toes to press a kiss to his cheek before giving me a bitchy finger wave and walking off.
I want to pull her hair out.
I can’t pull her hair out.
Yet.
I turn, walking toward a quiet corner, knowing Dante will follow me. When we’re far enough from the crowd, I turn back to him before scanning the room, looking for any eyes watching us.
Always looking for eyes.
“Tell her she can’t touch you,” I demand, turning to Dante once I see the coast is clear and crossing my arms on my chest. He puts his hand on my arm, directing me into a coat closet I didn’t see before.
“What?” he says once he turns the light on and closes us inside.
“Tell her that she cannot touch you,” I say through gritted teeth as he moves me farther into the dark closet, a dim bulb overhead barely letting me see his expression.
“Lilah—”
“I’m not kidding, Dante. I’m done. I’m going to lose my mind. Every time I see her hands on you, my hands twitch to slap her. If you need to keep her around so bad for the image, fine. I get it. But I don’t want her touching you. Definitely not fucking kissing you.” He steps closer, an arm sliding around my lower back.
“Are you jealous, baby?” he says. I wrap my arms around his neck and tip my head up to look at him.
“Very much so.” That makes him smile.
“I kind of like this side of you, all jealous and possessive.”
“Speed up this grand scheme of yours and I’ll be jealous and possessive all the time, when any woman looks at you.” He rubs his nose against mine.
“You gonna let me fuck my wife tonight?” His head moves down, and he rubs his nose along my neck, kissing the spot he loves beneath my ear.
“Are you gonna cut her off?”
“I don’t know. This is kind of fun.” His words are growled into my neck, the vibrations moving straight to my needy clit.
“You don’t cut her off, you’re not getting your wife tonight.”
“Punishment for both of us,” he says, voice low as his tongue moves out, licking my skin. I try and take in a breath, ignoring how shaky it is.
Dante, of course, does not ignore that.
“I need it, Dante,” I say.
There’s a knock on the door before he can answer.
The door cracks and I’m hidden behind my husband’s large body before I hear Marco’s voice, Dante going slack with relief.
