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“He hasn’t lostallhis good business sense.” A cheer erupts from the media room. “Aye, we’ll go.” He steps back and adjusts himself. “But then I get abigturn, wife.”
“I’m counting on it.” I lower my eyes to the bulge already growing in his pants and let my stare linger as he turns away.
Thirty more days of sex without worrying I’ll get pregnant.Woot.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Kieran
Chooseyourbattles.
But win the war…
I said yes to taking my wife to a club, but not to the place she wanted to go in favor of a place where Riordan knows the security team.
Isabella agrees, saying she trusts Riordan. Her concurrence, with a thoughtful nod, and not a pouting foot-stomp, shows how she’s matured since I met her. She is capable of agreeing to strategic moves and will hopefully make them on her own. My mother was my father’s greatest advisor. I’m only seeing that now in an appreciative light. That. I want that. This marriage has turned quite real, and that’s the role I want my queen to play.
But she needs to give me a child right away first.
Tonight, I send a limo to pick up her spoiled little friends. Pete drives my Range Rover, and Riordan sits in the front seat while Calder follows us with his car.
We blow past the long line around the corner to get in, and my wife’s face lights up when we get inside the snazzy club. The glittery glass mosaic columns, with a touch of industrial-chic finishes and very well-dressed people, give me an insight to my wife and what makes her happy. She’s young. Things like this still matter to her. I understand. Crawley’s Pub on Steinway Street used to mean everything to me and Riordan. Different vibe, sure. But I wouldn’t expect an Italian princess to guzzle pints and have cursing contests.
I much prefer her sophistication and wanting the finer things in life because that is the man I am now. We’re seated on the second level in a roped-off VIP section overlooking the dancefloor. It’s Manhattan, so the whole freaking floor is VIP. That’s to be expected. I’m not here to be anyone’s king tonight. I’m here for my wife to have a good time.
She throws her arms around my shoulders the minute we sit down and thanks me with a very hot mouth and playful tongue. The area is dim, and no one looks at us, so I slip my hand under her dress.
“Open your legs, brat.” I bite gently on the shell of her ear, pulling a tiny squeal from her. “Don’t kiss me like that and not expect me to want to take things further.”
“We’re in public!” she argues.
“You think I give a fuck?” I finger her panties, loving the heat and dampness already there. “If I want to take you right here, I will.”
“And how will you do that?”
“Put you on my lap. Pull these annoying panties aside…” Which I do to make my warning clear. “And penetrate you with my cock instead of my fingers, like I’m doing right now.”
Her head falls back, and I consider how far I want to take this. A buzz in my pocket has me slipping out of her wet heat and licking my fingers. “Saved by your friends.”
“They’re here?” She adjusts her short gold-sequin dress, which is better for everyone.
“Yep.” I stand up and shove my hands into my pocket, bumping into my hard-on. This night better go quickly.
Lachlan got to be the big shot in the limo to pick up Isabella’s friends. They look adorably terrified with him on their six when they find Isabella at our mirrored table and six velvet-tufted chairs.
Girly squeals usually sound like nails on a chalkboard, but Isabella’s joy at seeing her friends is real and palpable. And damn, I love how her tits bounce when she jumps up and down. Nothing compares to how they move when she’s naked and under me while I fuck the crap out of her in my bed, our bed, every night, though.
“This is Samantha.” Isabella holds my arm. “Sam, this is Kieran, my husband.”
Sam gives a cute curtsy, and I like her already. “Nice to meet you.”
“Aye, same. Happy belated birthday,” I say, remembering, and tracking my gaze to Isabella as a reminder of the punishment she got that night.
Even if it led to us being the way we are now.
“This is Ginna,” Isabella says with a little less enthusiasm.
“Hello,” the girl says, all sultry, and immediately, my guard goes up.
