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“Honey, I’m not doing business with him. He’s behind some threats I’ve received lately. I didn’t understand why, but now I think I do. He knows I have you, but I don’t understand why he’d want you now.”
“Because I’m all grown up?” she asked.
I nodded.
“It was so long ago, Casper. Maybe the two things aren’t related. I can’t imagine that someone like him would want an adult woman. Why now? Why wait so long? Wouldn’t it have been better to come take me while we weren’t together? He has to know that snatching me while I’m under your direct protection would be suicidal.”
I smirked a little. “What do you know about it?”
She blinked twice, then gave a delicate snort. “Casper, I’m not stupid. The fact my father gave me to you was enough of a clue. You’re a badass, maybe not part of a cartel, but I know you’re a powerful man. The kind who shouldn’t be trifled with.”
I stroked my finger down her nose. “Such a smart girl. Beautiful too.”
I wasn’t going to tell her exactly what I’d done to earn my money. Better that she didn’t know. I hadn’t exactly kept it from her, but then we hadn’t spent a lot of time together. She seemed to know I was a dangerous man, and she wasn’t wrong. I just didn’t want to confess that I killed people for a living. After our marriage, I’d made arrangements to fly back to the US, gotten her settled in her new home, and I’d left again. Then I did the cowardly thing and stayed gone for a decade. Right now, I was kicking my own ass over that one.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and shot off a message to Wire, then shut off the device. Once we’d landed, I’d see if he’d found anything yet. Until then, I’d put all this shit away and spend time with my wife. Something I should have done years ago. Maybe it wasn’t too late to get to know her. The woman she’d grown to be was intriguing, and really damn tempting.
The jet jolted as it moved forward and soon we were lifting into the air.
I put the files away, and reached for Carmella’s hand, twining our fingers together.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m hoping my wife will give me a chance to get to know her. We have over two hours before we land.”
She looked up at me, her eyes full of hope and a little bit of fear. Poor girl. I owed her so damn much. Not material things, but… my time. Patience. And so much more.
“You want to get to know me?” she asked, her voice a near whisper.
“Yeah. I do.” I looked down at our clasped hands. “I think I owe it to the both of us to find out about the remarkable woman I married.”
“She’s not all that special.”
I leaned closer and brushed my lips over her cheek. Her indrawn breath and the way she tensed said perhaps it was too much too soon. Then her gaze lifted and held mine. Before I knew what she was doing, Carmella had pressed her lips to mine. Not giving her a chance to pull away or change her mind, I grasped a handful of her hair and held her in place as my lips moved over hers. I flicked my tongue across her lower lip, groaning at the sweet taste of her.
Carmella opened and let me in, and I was fucking gone. Deepening the kiss, I knew then and there why I’d never kissed her before. Not really, truly kissed her. Because now that I had, I knew I didn’t want to ever kiss another woman for as long as I lived. Carmella was mine, and I was never letting her go. Divorce? Not happening. Even if she decided she wanted one, I’d just tie her down and convince her otherwise.
Unfastening her seat belt, I hauled her out of her seat and onto my lap. She gave a slight squeak and gripped my shoulders, her ass pressing against my cock. I’d never been harder in my life than I was right now. Never been tempted more either. She was all soft and curvy, a perfect fit as I held her close. I’d loved my first wife, the mother of my only child, but we’d had a different kind of connection -- a friendship that had grown into more. With Isabella’s mother, it had felt more like a slow simmer. But Carmella? She made me feel like I had fire in my veins.
I kissed her like it would be our last. Now there wasn’t an armrest between us, I decided to explore. While my lips devoured hers, I slid my hand from her hip, up her soft stomach, and I cupped her breast. Carmella moaned into my mouth, her nipple hardening against my fingers as I lightly stroked it. That one touch was enough to make her melt into me. I worked my hand under her sweater, then tugged at her lacy bra. Her breast popped free and I wished like hell I could see her.
A quick pinch of her nipple made her cry out and go tight. The shocked gasp she gave made me wonder what kind of lovers she’d had that they hadn’t ensured she’d been properly pleasured. Then the thought of other men touching her made me want to go kill them all. I pulled away only long enough to strip her sweater off.
Carmella’s gaze shot around the small cabin of the jet, but I knew we were alone except the pilot and co-pilot. Neither would be leaving the cockpit if they knew what was good for them. The scrap of lace looked sexy as hell, but it needed to go. I popped the clasp on her bra and removed it, dropping it on the floor with her top. Bared to my view, she tried to cover herself, but I pried her hands away from her breasts.
“You’re stunning. Don’t hide from me.”
A flush rose to her cheeks as she let me look my fill. I cupped one of the plump mounds, then wrapped my lips around her nipple. I flicked my tongue against the bud before giving it a slight bite.
“Casper!”
While I licked and tasted her breasts, I reached down to pull off her shoes and started working her leggings down her thighs. She squirmed and begged, the scent of her arousal filling the cabin of the jet. One touch to the material covering her pussy and I felt how soaked she was, how much she wanted me. Some caveman part of my brain made me want to beat my chest, toss her over my shoulder, and drag her off to fuck her for hours. Shoving the material aside, I stroked her wet lips before shoving a finger inside her tight sheath.Fuck! So perfect! My dick ached at the thought of being inside her.
I pushed my finger in and out, and worked her clit with my thumb. Carmella parted her thighs more, lifting her ass. My lips tugged on her nipple again, and she came. The gush of her release and the sweet cries she made were enough to make me unfasten my seat belt and stand with her in my arms. I carried her over to the couch, jerked off her panties, and started unfastening my pants.
My heart hammered in my chest as I positioned her the way I wanted, bent over the back, her ass in the air. I pushed her thighs apart, groaning at the sight of her slick, swollen pussy. She was fucking perfection, and she was mine!
I shoved my pants down my thighs and gripped her hips. Lining up with her entrance, I sank deep with one hard thrust. It felt like Carmella locked into place, not even breathing. And that’s when I realized something… My sweet, desirable, sexy as fuck wife was a damn virgin… and I was screwing her on the couch on the jet like some whore.
