Page 40 of Days Of Valentino

“Okay, that’s it.” I throw my hands in the air. “I give up.” I storm out of my husband’s office and up the stairs before snatching my phone from the bedside table and dialing my mother-in-law.

“Hello,” Holly answers.

“Holly, how are you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calmer than it was minutes ago.

“Good. You?”

“I’d be better if my husband weren’t as stubborn as a mule.” I sigh.

“What’s wrong? What’s he done now?” The thing I love about my mother-in-law, as big of a mama’s boys as her sons are, she’s not blind to their dumb-ass ways. And she never chooses sides between them and their wives.

“First, you should know he’s fine. He’s currently in his office planning how he’s going to murder Dante,” I tell her.

“He’s on that bandwagon again?” Holly laughs.

“He got shot this morning, outside The Plaza. He’s fine, apparently, but the idiot went to Luca’s instead of the hospital,” I explain.

“He’s okay, though?” Holly’s voice sounds a little panicked.

“He refuses to go to the hospital after waltzing into the house with barely a limp. Although he looked really scared when I threatened to call you. Are you free for brunch?” I ask her.

“Already on my way,” Holly says. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Thank you.”

When I step out onto the landing again, I find my husband waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. “Maddie, you called my mother?” he asks.

“Well, you weren’t listening to me.” I shrug. “We’re expecting company for brunch. Can you help me get the wine from the cellar? The one your mother loves?”

“Maddie, I’m fine,” Theo repeats his favorite mantra.

“Oh, I know you are.” I let my eyes run up and down his body. “So fine, in fact, I think you should pick me up right now and take me back upstairs to our bedroom.” I lean into him, my mouth right next to his ear. “And fuck me.”

I’m bluffing. There is no way he can pick me up with a gut full of stitches. I really should know not to challenge this man, though. He bends forward. And the next thing I know, I’m thrown over his shoulder and he’s walking back towards his office.

“Make sure we’re not interrupted,” Theo tells one of his soldiers standing outside the door.

“Theo, put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.” My fists hit his back, his rock-hard back.

My ass lands on his desk, and Theo steps between my thighs. “My wife wants me to fuck her, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he says, his hands trailing up my inner thighs and pushing the fabric of my skirt higher.

“You can’t,” I tell him.

Theo raises a brow at me. “Really? You think a few stitches are going to stop me from sinking into you?” Theo’s lips trail down my neck. My legs open wider on their own before his hand slides up my panties to shove the material aside. “Fuck, you’re wet, Maddie,” he growls.

“I’m always wet around you,” I tell him, because even after all these years, just looking at my husband turns me on. He was always really hot, but Theo is like a fine wine. Better with age.

His fingers glide along the center of my core. My head leans back. And right as he finds my entrance, there’s a knock at the door. “Zio Theo, you summoned me.” Dante’s voice calls out from the other side.

“Now I really am going to fucking kill the little shit,” Theo grunts. He steps back, helps me off his desk, and straightens my skirt.

“No, you’re not. Remember he’s your favorite nephew,” I remind Theo. He’s always had a soft spot for Dante.

“Nope, the new fav is Lorenzo. He doesn’t give me any fucking grief,” Theo says.

“He’s on the other side of the world.” I walk towards the door and open it. “Dante, horrible timing as always.” I hug and kiss my nephew.

“Argh, gross. And I’m more than happy to come back later,” he replies.

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