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“What?” he asks, smiling back.
“Are you happy, Nico?” I ask before biting the delicious, tender lamb.
“Wouldn’t change a thing. However, if everything fell apart and I lost it all but you were still standing by my side, I’d be just as happy as I am right now.” he answers without skipping a beat before looking up at me finishing his whiskey. “And you? Areyouhappy, amore?”
A wave of content passes over me.
“The happiest.” I smile back at him, feeling like I’m on top of the world to be the only person who gets this side of my husband.
His posture is more relaxed than usual, but he scans the room every few minutes out of habit. We have the place guarded, but one can never be so sure. He looks better since we had our talk after the Willards’ party. His lips aren’t permanently pressed together, and his smile feels whole again. For a moment, I remember that we’re not even thirty yet. I celebrated my twenty-fifth on my real birthday in October for the first time in almost twenty years, and Nico just celebrated his twenty-ninth this past November.
Nico’s obviously been in this life longer than I have. He was only seventeen when he had his first kill.
A woman.
Giuseppe was still the boss, and he and Bash, who was only twenty-one, went to a dinner party with a well-known political family in their parents’ place. Luckily, Bash and Nico swapped seats at the last moment with two other guests, so their backs were never exposed. The two men sitting across from them in their own seats croaked at the table from poison during the second entree.
Turns out one chef had been hired on to cater the event, but unbeknownst to their host, it was a fraud and actually a contract killer paid to take them out. When the chef must’ve realized she failed, she came running out of the kitchen, pointing her gun at Bash. Nico stood from the table and shot her in the forehead before she could get close. Then one server tried to strangle the Delucci heir with fish wire, but Bash subdued him. They questioned him later, and he revealed they were sent by the Bratva. Russians.
“What has you so lost in thought?” he asks as he signals for the bill.
“Do you ever forget how young we are?”
“Every day. You certainly take years off my life daily.” He chuckles. “But like I said, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
He’s not lying. This is where he was meant to be, what he was always meant to do. He holds my gaze for what feels like forever, and he finally speaks again.
“Let’s go. I’m anxious for my dessert.”
He winks, and suddenly, it feels like there’s no air left in the room.
* * *
The driver barely gets the door shut before Nico is on top of me. I let out a squeal before he’s suffocating me with his lips. He only lets up to push the button for the partition to rise as the driver slips into the vehicle. Pushing myself onto my elbows, the SUVmoves, but I’m immediately distracted by my husband kneeling between my legs, pulling my right leg over his shoulder as he hikes my dress up around my waist. I shimmy my hips to make it easier for him.
His body stills, and he lets out a groan when his eyes glaze with lust shoot up to meet mine.
“You haven’t had anything underneath your dress this entire time?”
Smiling, I bite my bottom lip.
“I didn’t want there to be any lines,” I respond innocently.
Nico growls and wraps his large hand around my ankle as he peppers kisses down my leg. Slowly making his way to that sweet spot. He stops and bites into my inner thigh before tracing his tongue over the teeth marks. My body lights up as my core throbs, wanting him to keep inching closer. He places his nose between my thighs and inhales deeply.
“I can smell your arousal, baby. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes, Nico. Toccami, per favore.”Please, touch me.I breathe out. With no shame, I’m already begging when we’ve only just begun.
His smile tells me he likes it. So does the bulge in his pants.
“Pull your straps down. Play with your gorgeous tits for me,” he says looking up at me with his face still close enough to my pussy I can feel his breath.
I inch the thin straps off my shoulders, and the loose bodice falls, revealing my breasts. My nipples are already pointing at Nico, asking for attention. Still on my elbows, I use my middle fingers to rub both peaks, throwing my head back with a moan at the sensation. Wiggling my hips to get my husband going, I want his lips on me more than I want air right now.
Nico grips my thighs in his hands like a vise, pulling me closer to him, no doubt leaving a print before his tongue makes its way to my opening and slowly moves up my slit.
“Oh, fuck, Nico.”
