I laugh harder. It feels good to be at this place in my life. Better than good. Euphoric, actually. Things were rough after the explosion and what happened to Misha. I ended up requiring surgery on my ankle, and Enzo nursed me through the pain, then through physical therapy appointments. He’s been there every step of the way. He’s also been the one encouraging me to restart my ballet career. As he put it, there’s no reason I can’t be his wife and also pursue what I want.
I don’t know who has been the bigger cheerleader, Svetlana or Enzo.
I love them both so, so much. And as a bonus, I’ve been getting closer not just with my brother Dmitri, but the whole Andriani family. Luna and Isla are like the sisters I never had. Enzo’s half sisters have even started dropping by, and they’re also wonderful. He’s still holding off on letting his mother close, but I’ve met Antonella and I’m hopeful that one day my husband will fully let go of the resentment he feels where she’s concerned.
Another text pops up on my phone, and I realize I’ve been too slow to answer for his liking.
Marito: You should always wanna see. And touch. And taste.
Marito: Cara mia?
Katya: You know I do.
Marito: For a second there, I thought the car was reading my fucking private texts again.
He’s referring to the time my phone connected to the Bluetooth in the Navigator when Federico picked me up, and the disembodied voice of the car started reading all the dirty texts Enzo was sending me aloud. It got as far asI can’t wait for you to come home and sit on my facebefore I disconnected the Bluetooth, mortified.
Katya: You know I keep it disabled after sit-on-my-face-gate.
Marito: Now I’m thinking about you sitting on my face.
Marito: Come home to me, baby.
Marito: Soon.
I smile. Damn. I love this man. I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but he’s the other half of me. And I’m never letting go.
Katya: Be there soon. Just shutting down for the day. XOXO
“I couldn’t wait.”
The deep voice has me spinning around, hand on my heart. My beautiful husband is standing inside the empty studio, suit jacket slung over one shoulder. His dark hair falls over his brow as he grins, and all the blood in my body rushes to my clit.
I want him so much, it’s ridiculous. My panties are already soaked just from thinking about his big, thick cock.
“You’re here.” My smile grows. “No wonder I didn’t get a dick pic.”
He shrugs. “Who needs a dick pic when you can have the real thing?”
“Good point.” I toss my phone into my bag and move toward him, taking my time.
I know he loves it when I’m in a leotard and tights. He also loves ripping them off me. I have a slush fund specifically for replacements.
“How did it go today?” he asks, his eyes taking me in appreciatively.
“It went well. I have some limitations I need to work on with the ankle, but I think we’re getting there. I’ll be ready to go back soon.” I reach him and settle my hands on his powerful chest, absorbing his heat through his white dress shirt. “Are you sure you’ll be ready to watch me on the stage when the time comes?”
He cups my nape and pulls me in for a kiss. “I wouldn’t miss it for the fucking world. Even if I’ll want to kill every man in the audience for looking at you.”
I kiss him again, taking my time, loving the pillowy cushion of his lips on mine, the way he kisses me like he’s fucking me, possessive and deep. “What about the women?”
“Them too,” he growls. “Fuck. You know I can’t resist you when you’re dressed like this.”
I pout and kiss down his neck, breathing deeply of his cologne. “I thought you couldn’t resist me ever.”
He swallows. “Guilty as charged. Haven’t you been able to tell by now? You’re my obsession.”
I kiss down the buttons on his shirt, knowing what I want. “You could have worse obsessions than me.”
