Page 76 of Promised at Birth


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“We aren’t like normal people.”

Thank God.

“I know. I have to stay cooped up in the penthouse taking college classes online. It is not fair! I was looking forward to being with people.”

She is pouting. Oh, those pillow lips!

“Look why don’t you plan a dinner party for next week. I will invite the Sotto Capos with younger wives, and my brothers. You can make friends with them. Invite them over for tea or whatever women do.”

Problem solved.

“Tea? This isn’t the 1950s!”

Problem not solved. I shake my head. At least she has stopped crying.

“I have a better idea. How bout I take you on a vacation to Italy for two weeks? We can go before you start your online classes.”

“Really?”

She is smiling. Perfect.

“Yes. You can meet my family. We can go sightseeing – out to dinner – whatever you want. Like a second honeymoon. My cousin has a yacht we can use. You can wear that little white bikini you wore on our honeymoon.”

“The one you hated?”

“I did not hate it. It drove me crazy. I didn’t want my men looking at you.”

To be honest, that little bikini drove me to jack off a couple of times.

“Gwen, I promise you will love Italy. I will love showing it to you.”

Gwen throws herself onto my lap. I want to take her all over again.

“Oh, Bobby! Thank you!”

She kisses me.

“I will have my secretary start making reservations.”

She kisses me again. Deeply. I fist her hair in one hand.

I whisper into her lips, “I just need you to take classes online and hang around the penthouse for the next few months. Can you do that for me?”

“Okay, Bobby.”

Gwen

After I get home, I take a shower. The hot water is soothing. I am exhausted from my visit to Bobby’s office. Whenever Bobby makes love to me, my body shatters in a good way. Then he puts me back together. I never thought I would enjoy sex so much. Now I crave his mouth. His fingers. His tongue. His..everything. He is perfect. I feel happy. Contented. I..

Oh my God! I have fallen in love with Bobby. I did not want to. I tried not to. I wonder if he will ever feel the same way about me.

A few days later…

Gwen

Late. Past midnight. I am in bed. Bobby is not home yet. He texted me that he was going to be late and not to wait up.

I miss him. I need him. I want him. I am wet. My body longs for the sweet release that only he can give me. I am about to touch myself when Bobby walks into our bedroom. I smell his cologne mixed with his masculine scent. He is quiet. I listen as he strips off his clothes in the dark. He slips underneath the covers.

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