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“Here—I bought you something on the way here.” I take the gift bag and open it, nearly sending it to the floor in surprise when I see what’s inside, but he catches it. “Whoa, let’s set it down.”
I pull out the cell phone and tablet. “You got me these?”
“Don’t sound so excited. I already feel like a bastard about leaving you stranded without basic technology for this long.”
“These aren’t basic. That thing I had was basic.” He frowns, and I know the running away bothers him, so I brush his still scruffy face. “I love you, Dame.”
His eyes darken, and his breathing grows heavy. “Say it again, and I’ll show you how to use it.”
My own pulse quickens throughout my body, heart beating out of control, but I stay poised because I’m loving this new side of my husband. “I’ll say it again and you can kiss me.”
“I was going to do that anyway.” He sets the devices on the counter and pulls me in for a deep kiss. His fingers spear through my hair, holding me firmly while dominating mymouth. It isn’t until I’m gasping that he’s pulling away only to get some breathing room.
“So…” His eyebrows raise, licking his lips like he’s had a delectable snack.
“Oh, so how does it work?” I tease. He gives me a stern face that would rattle most men, but I’ve never been truly afraid of this man. “Fine.” Rolling my eyes, I say, “I guess I can repeat myself. I love you.”
“Good, because I have a feeling you are going to make me repeat myself all the damn time.”
“Yes, because I know how much you don’t like it.” He sits down on the seat next to me, then scoops me up and sits me in his lap. “I know how much you like this.”
“Maybe a little too much. We’re going to repeat a lot of lessons today.”
“A lot.” I moan as he attacks my neck with kisses.
It tales all afternoon for me to get the hang of his phone and tablet explanations, but it doesn’t matter because the three orgasms in between were so worth the spankings for not paying attention.
“Dinner will have to be continued,Dolcezza.”
“Work stuff?”
“Yes. There’s an urgent matter, or I wouldn’t be leaving you.”
“You know I understand completely.”
“The club opens tomorrow, so I’d like you to come with me.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but nothing like you were wearing the last time.”
“Okay. I promise I’ll be a good girl. Or maybe not.”
“I fucking heard that shit. Just so you know, there’s no one going to let you slide on that shit because I will be escorting you to the club myself.”
“Damn it.” He scowls at me, which only makes me grin.
“I’ll call your troublemaker sister and ask what acceptable attire for the club is.”
He shakes his head like he’s had enough of me, but he still comes back for more, returning to my chair and cupping my chin. “If that’s the case, maybe you would be better asking my mother. She knows how to keep my father from killing anyone. I’ve buried a lot of bodies since I met you, and I’ll gladly bury thousands more, Cara.” He’s right, because she’s gorgeous and doesn’t even look like she has grown-ass kids with a figure that matches mine or her daughter’s. You wouldn’t know that she was in her fifties.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Damiano
I’m still not happy about her outfit, but then again, what would make me pleased is a fucking sack on her while we’re in my club. Although, my bride deserves to wear only the best, so tonight’s gown is gorgeous as hell on her soft skin. “You look fabulous, Stella.”
“Yes, you look stellar,” Hummingbird says, bouncing around our bedroom like the little bird she is.