“The mojito is perfect, Serenity.”
“Thanks,” I say before sipping my cocktail. He’s right, it’s delicious.
Nico’s engrossed in the movie while I cook.
After I put the pasta in the oven, I sit with Nico and get lost in the movie. Vera, the flight attendant, remains upstairs, working out of the other kitchen. Miff hasn’t come down to check the food for poison. Maybe he finally trusts me. Hopefully, he’s getting some much-needed rest. When dinner is done, I prepare our plates. I make a show of eating off both plates to let him know it’s safe to eat.
He shakes his head, then digs in. His eyes squeeze shut.
My heart is in my throat as I wait for his response.
“It’s delicious.”
I blow out a breath. “Happy you like my baked pea pancetta.”
“The parmesan and mozzarella cheese make it incredible,” he adds.
Nico nuzzles my ear.“Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Pitucco.”
Would he ever get tired of calling me by my new last name?
It doesn’t appear he will. I love it when he calls me Mrs. Pitucco. The way his eyes light up with pride lets me know he adores me. Deeply and truly.
Sitting side by side, we eat dinner and watch the movie.
“It’s been so long since we sat and watched a movie together,” I say.
“Now we live under the same roof. No popping up at your house to spend time with you. I have you to myself for the rest of our years.”
I lean into his neck and plant a kiss.
Three mojitos later, Nico has pulled me up into his arms. He stalks into the large suite.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, I stare into his brown eyes. “What are we about to do Mr. Pitucco?”
His hands firmly palm my ass. “I’m about to fuck my beautiful wife.”
I blush as he lowers me onto the bed. Leaning up on my elbows, I lick my lips as he removes his shirt.
“Nico, I want to shower,” I purr as I stand to my feet, take his shirt from his hand, and toss it on the bed.
I’d been in the pool, then we went into the ocean. And I love watching the water stream over Nico’s washboard abs. I love the way he pushes his wet hair back.
“So fucking sexy,” I mutter as I take his hand, leading him into the bathroom.
“What?” he asks.
“You naked in the shower.” I wink.
“Such a naughty little wife.”
“Nico,” I moan.
This man knows he drives me crazy.
I halt at the mirror and pin my hair up while Nico uses the bathroom. This is married life. Not like he’s never used the bathroom in front of me while we were in the same space. I like that we continue to be so comfortable around each other.
The black and gold sleek, long countertop yells luxury. The toilet is at the other end of the bathroom, next to the shower. A black and gold standalone tub is behind me. The bathroom walls are mirrored. You can see your reflection at every angle. I love this.
