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“I love it! But Isabella is allergic to seafood, so it’s been a long time since I’ve known what that is.”
“Isabella?” Giovanna asks me with a frown, and I look to Marcos for help.Shouldn’t I have mentioned Bella?He smiles so tenderly that at the same time it relieves me, scares me, and he kisses my cheek.
“Antonella’s daughter, mom. She’s three… Or, as she likes to say, almost four” he clarifies and there goes his mother’s relaxed expression again.Marcos’ last statement demands of me an effort not to show confusion.How does he know Isabella loves to say she’s almost four?He almost never interacts with her.
“You have a daughter?” It’s his father who asks.
“Yes! A little girl…” I answer and, as always, just talking about Isabella puts a huge smile on my face.” She didn’t come because, by now, she’s already in deep sleep, or at least she should...”
“You’re going to love her, Mom!I’ve no doubt.Isabella is very smart, observant and curious.I’m sure you will get along very well” Marcos comments and, this time, it’s stronger than me.My gaze is drawn to his eyes.He pretends so well...I would never doubt that he really thinks all this about my daughter, ever.
“Oh my god! A child! A girl!” Giovanna sounds enthusiastic, the surprise has already been erased from her face and now she is the one who takes one of my hands between hers. “Thank you!Thank you very much!” Just moving her lips at her last words so that no one but me knows what she is saying.
Marcos, already involved in some new matter with his father, doesn’t even realize it.I am trying to formulate an answer, also silent, or not, I have not yet been able to decide, when my flow of thoughts is interrupted by a question that should not be so unexpected, but is.
“Let’s dance, Ella?”
As we walk to the dance floor, I don’t know if I curse or congratulate myself. Damn, what fucked up idea is that of dancing? I can barely keep my hands to myself without having Antonella’s body close to mine in slow movements, I don’t want to even imagine the state in which I’m going to finish this dance, thank God for the jacket of the tuxedo being long enough to hide the erection I’ve been having all night.
During the easy and hard times to deal with, all fucking night, it didn’t leave me for a second.But honestly, if I had to deal once again with the sight of her enjoying a good dose of whiskey, I would probably come in my pants, and there’s no jacket long enough to hide.That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and going forward, probably every time I put a drop of my favorite drink in my mouth, I’m going to get a hard-on for remembering the expression of pleasure on Antonella’s face.
Seeing her face so satisfied, so delighted just tasting a drink, made me wonder what expression it would take on if I tasted her and made her come. Damn! I know I suck, but this is too much punishment, too much fucking punishment!
“I’m not very good at this…” She lets me know as soon as we position ourselves.
“All right, I’ll guide you,” I reassure her. One of my hands rests in the middle of her back and the other on her waist.Antonella’s arms wrap around my neck, and slowly we begin to move.My eyes seek their permanent destiny and find her lips ajar, fucking tempting... She licks them, and all the blood in my body seems to be pumped straight to my dick.
Needing an escape, but not being able to simply turn my face to my fiancée as we dance slowly on the dance floor, because there are too many eyes on us, I put my forehead on hers and close my eyes.The feeling of having her so close is almost suffocating, in fact the feeling of having her so close and knowing that all the desire that practically enslaves me cannot be satisfied is what kills me.Definitely, this was a shitty idea, goddamn it!
A strong exhalation blows over my mouth, forcing me to abandon my escape.I find Antonella’s eyes fastened to my lips and I can’t help but wonder if she feels as affected as I do.If so, maybe I’m not so fucked up when I think I’m...Baby wife, Marcos… Baby wife…My subconscious insists on reminding me.But what if it was just once?She would still be a baby wife before, during and after!Fucking hell!
When the master of ceremonies announces the start of the auction, I almost go on stage to hug him in thanks for having freed myself from the torture that I imposed myself.
?
After an entire night touching Antonella, purposefully or not, the distance between us in the car is almost unbearable, and I can’t decide which is worse.Whether it’s the torture of little stolen touches just to keep up appearances of something that doesn’t exist, or the total absence when we’re out of sight and there’s no need for pretending.
If there was any doubt that I want my future wife, tonight she buried them under much more than seven feet, and I still have no idea how to handle that realization.Mainly because, although every two seconds I remind myself of Antonella’s age, I begin to wish she would give me any indication that she feels the same way I do.My mind knows that no matter what, I need to have the decency to stay away, but my body?Oh, the son of a bitch just needs a reason, any fucking reason.
I exhale hard, expelling all the air from my lungs only to fill them again.It catches the attention of my company, but quickly, those scandalous eyes are averted from me. Is she loud in bed?Damn it! Baby wife, Marcos! Baby wife!
I swallow dry, and as I steal looks from the corner of my eyes, I catch her once again doing the same.The atmosphere inside the car is unbearable, heavy, hot, pulsating, almost like my cock that still hasn’t given me a minute’s quiet.If the next two years are going to be like this, maybe I’ll end up in a mental hospital, because, fuck, this can definitely drive a man crazy!
The car parks and only then I realize that we arrived at the garage of my building, agonizing in horniness, I did not even see the route, although I felt every second of the time I was stuck with Antonella inside the car pass in slow motion, knowing that this torture is over is a fucking paradise.
I celebrated too early, I realize, as I got out of the car and came across the elevator.I open and close my mouth, but what could I say?Antonella, please go ahead, I’ll come up later, because right now I don’t trust myself near you!No, no fucking way!
I put my hands in my pockets, toss my head back, and take a deep breath no matter what it looks like.Antonella says nothing, walks in front of me and places her finger on the fingerprint reader, calling the elevator.I stop beside her and, with the corner of my eyes, I can see her chest go up and down at a fast pace.
Baby wife, Marcos... Baby wife!
The elevator rings, the doors open, and we both walk in.The machine moves upward at a speed I should be grateful for, but that just seems to make things worse.It’s like every second we spend going up, there’s someone saying it’s the last chance, that if we don’t make it happen now, we’ll lose our chance.
Finally, the elevator stops.Antonella leaves, as if there was a horrible monster inside that she could hardly wait to get rid of.I take my hands out of my pockets, struggle to control my breathing, and leave right away, desperately needing there to be some space between us.
But Antonella stumbles, in which I do not know, the fact is that before I realize what I am doing, I already have her in my arms, my body bent over hers, my hands firmly holding her waist, her chest, face, mouth, close, very, very close.My gaze hovers over her lips, slightly ajar and trembling, then her eyes, focused on my mouth.Her hands grip my arms tightly, trusting me to keep her off the ground.She moves, unintentionally, brushing against my screaming erection, and when she moans quietly, I break down. To hell with the fucking baby wife title!
I go with my mouth over hers with the hunger I’ve held back all night, over all the last few days, since the morning I first saw her without her fucking gray uniform.Antonella kisses me with equal desperation, she does not submit, she does not retract, her tongue sweeps my mouth in a sensual, hungry, raw, dangerously tasty kiss.
