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“Ma’am. Sir. I’m afraid—”
“Do it,” Kieran interrupts. “And billme. Whatever my wife wants for this gravesite. Do you understand me?Whatevershe wants.”
“Absolutely, sir. Ma’am, which flower?”
“Chrysanthemums,” I say and hold back tears. “She and I planted them in our yard. That too was destroyed.”
“I will take care of it, Isabella.” Kieran holds me tight and it feels so good.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” I bury myself in his chest.
The cemetery director comes back and asks me a question about which color flowers I prefer. Kieran releases me and gets on his phone.
I tell the director that pink Japanese was Mama’s favorite and I love how they will look against the dark granite headstone. Kieran returns and pins me against him softly again. “All set?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll have the office call when the planting is done.”
“Thank you.” Kieran takes my hand and puts me in his car.
Whereas his facial muscles were tight and stressed on the way here, he grins all the way back to the house.
We get home, and white box trucks line the driveway. I expect Kieran to start screaming. But then I see the name on the side of them:Astoria Landscaping.
“What is this?” I ask Kieran, squeezing his hand.
“They are planting those flowers here in the garden. For you.” He kisses my hand. “I called Patricia while you were talking with the director. Told her to get someone herenow.”
I throw my arms around him. “This is so wonderful of you.”
“I can be wonderful.” He strokes my cheek. “You reminded me how to be a nice guy.”
Patricia is directing the planting team but stops to wave to us.
We go inside the house and with no one around, I kiss my husband seductively in the kitchen. Rubbing his cock over the suit pants, I say, “You did something nice for me. Now it’s your turn.”
“I didn’t do all that to have sex with you.” He presses my hand with his, putting pressure on his cock.
“Lucky you, then. You get a freebie.”
His brutal hands grab my hips, and raw emotion takes over as he kisses me, hot, hard, and heavy. He gets on board very quickly. For some reason, my mind wanders to my abandoned schoolwork that I have to finish. Probably later, when he leaves for his evening…activities.
“Let me just get my laptop from the library and plug it in.” I break away, needing to catch my breath.
But when I get into the library, I hear the door close and realize my husband followed me inside. His rich green eyes wander to the polished table.
He stares at me, loosening his tie. “Take your clothes off.”
“Here?”
“Why not? No one’s here. It’s just you and me. This is your house, too, bella.” His words roll through me. He means it metaphorically.
I slide his jacket off and lift my sweater over my head, but before I can tug my jeans down, he’s there, like he can’t wait.
One hand yanks my jeans down more, exposing my butt cheeks, while the other hand strokes the need between my legs. He works my clit like magic, teasing it between two fingers. “Fuck, so warm.”
I wrap my arms around him. “Go deeper. I’m wet, too.”
“Already?”
