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"And I find your suit beyond sexy." She twists her fingers together in front of herself. "Look at us—a mutual admiration society."
"Nothing wrong with being attracted to your spouse," I say in a mild voice. And since when have I become the voice of reason? Somehow, she seems to bring out the worst, and the best, parts of me. When I’m with her, I can’t predict anymore how I’m going to behave… And it’s both exhilarating, and a little bit annoying. But in a good way.
I suspect, many years down the road, I could be driving with her and she still won't bore me. Is this what they mean by falling in love? Love. Love? Stop that! I shake my head. She’s not really your wife. She’s someone you married to fulfill your promise to Nonna. But somehow, that doesn’t seem to be the truth anymore. The more time I spend with her, the more I’m digging myself into this hole from which there is no escape. I’m completely falling for her, and I haven’t even fulfilled my promise to her of making her submit to me first.
“Riding a motorcycle is like being a puppy," she exclaims.
I turn to her. "Excuse me?" I blink. "No, wait. Let me guess—another of your quotes from The-Actor-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named."
"Good guess. Thought I needed to say something to break the silence." Her lips kick up. "You have to admit, it’s rather effective."
"I hate to admit it, but it even fit the occasion." I shake my head. "I can’t believe I said that."
"Yay," she cheers, then fist-pumps. "You’re getting into the mood. I promise you that The-Actor-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named has a quote to fit every occasion."
"Hmph." I press my lips together. "I hope that doesn’t mean you’re going to pepper all of your conversations liberally with his quotes."
"Where would the fun be in that?" She swipes her hair over her shoulder. "It’s effective because I choose the occasion of usage. If I dropped quotes too often, they would lose their potency."
"What’s losing its potency is the idea of this trip. We should have stayed back at the house where I could have fucked you like a proper Italian husband on the first morning of our married life together."
"Why didn’t you?"
"I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it."
"A promise?" Her forehead scrunches. "You mean—"
"I promised that I’d make you submit to me completely, and I intend to do that first."
"So, you’d deprive yourself and me because I asked you to be my Dom?"
"I take my role very seriously, I’ll have you know." I turn off the main road and onto an unpaved drive.
"Yes, but you can be both. You can be my Dom and my husband."
"First your Dom, then your husband."
"I can’t understand what the difference is."
"You’ll see." I bring the car to a halt at the point where the road gives way to a grassy slope. At the very edge is a small structure perched on a ledge, and beyond that, a view of the ocean.
"Wow..." she whispers. "What is this place?"
30
Elsa
"Thisis my favorite place in the entire world," he replies as he leads me toward the gorgeous white-washed structure.
Turns out, it’s a Michelin-star restaurant. It has only three tables, and all three were reserved by Seb.
"When did you arrange all this?" I glance away from the breathtaking view and turn my gaze to another breathtaking view—that of his square jaw, his hooked nose, those strong eyebrows, and below that, those golden-brown eyes, which sparkle at me. The sun pours in through the window, picking out flecks of gold in his hair, as well. He seems to absorb the heat and radiate it out, his skin almost sparkling in this light. He seems so much larger-than-life, so perfect. I can’t bear to take my gaze off of him.
"While you were in the shower," he says without glancing up from the menu. "And you’re doing it again."
"Doing what?"
"Staring at me."
