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Chapter Twenty-Eight
A meeting with Enzo had been secured. Though nerves kept her up all night, Alessandra was as jittery as a live wire. She attempted to meditate to tamp down the apprehension, but her stomach threatened to revolt. Butterflies had nothing on how she felt. Dons were hardened men, and she would need every ounce of strength to confront her mother’s killer.
But she wasn’t just going to be meeting a murderer—she was meeting her father-in-law for the first time. Reconciling the fact that her husband was a mafia prince blew her damn mind. She was still dumbfounded at how he had managed to keep it hidden for so long.
“I don’t understand why we can’t just meet at his house or office.” Alessandra fidgeted with the diamond-encrusted heart ring on her collar.
“We are going to his office; don’t tell me you’ve had a change of heart.” Drake met her eyes in the mirror.
Alessandra took a deep breath and dropped her hands to her sides. Drake stepped forward and massaged her shoulders. She groaned as her tense muscles melted at his touch. She leaned her head against his chest.
“It’s not that, Drake.” She found it difficult to vocalize her feelings.
“It’s time to get ready, amore mio.” He kissed her cheek. “Would you care to join me in the shower?”
Alessandra shook her head. “I’m too nervous to play in the shower.”
“We don’t have to play, bella. Although if you want, an orgasm releases oxytocin into the bloodstream, which can reduce your stress. I can pleasure you any way you want.”
Alessandra shook her head again, causing her auburn waves to fall over her shoulder. She met Drake’s gaze through the mirror, and tingles spread through her at the thought of him on his knees, spreading her open. Her husband had many skills. His tongue was good for more than just spouting filthy words.
“How about I start the water so it warms up for you? If you’d like to join me, you’re welcome to it.”
A few minutes later, Alessandra found Drake standing beneath the warm spray. Steam billowed around him, fogging the mirrors. She opened the glass door and stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She peppered kisses along his shoulder and nuzzled her cheek against his back.
“Thank you for taking care of me.”
Drake didn’t respond with words. He turned around and kissed her sensually before turning them so she was the one standing beneath the water’s spray. He grabbed her nutty-smelling shampoo in his hands and massaged it through her hair, following up with the conditioner on the ends. He grabbed the loofah and squeezed luxurious shower gel onto it before rubbing it across her back.
“Mmm.”
“Do you like that?” he asked against the shell of her ear.
Alessandra nodded. There was nothing about Drake she didn’t like. His care left her burning with desire as much as his dominating commands did. Drake slowly lowered behind her, kissing her shoulders and spine as he went.
He stayed away from the tingling areas that begged for his attention, keeping his word about pleasuring her the way she wanted. She was tempted to widen her stance and ask for his mouth or fingers. But just as quickly, he stood up and pulled her into his arms.
Their early relationship had been defined through sex. Now they connected on a deeper, emotional level. Sex was still a big part of their relationship, but not the most important.
They traded caresses and kisses, fulfilling their need for intimacy until Drake shut off the water. He grabbed a plush towel and wrapped it around Alessandra before scooping her up and bringing her to the bed.
“We’re going to be late, Drake,” she protested.
“We’ll be fine.”
Drake set her on the foot of the bed and held his hand out to her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Dance with me,” he said as he took her hand.
Drake pulled her against him and began humming. Alessandra closed her eyes as they swayed slowly. She rested her head on her husband’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. The gentle motions and the scent of his leathery aftershave made her feel safe.
“I think I feel better now.”
“I’m glad.” He kissed the top of her head. “But we do need to get ready.”
