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“You and that word my,” I flipped the page over, “My love, my pussy, my clit, my darling, my sweetheart,” I pouted, trying to read the stupid instruction, maybe I should just call the front desk and complain to management, or I could take the issue up with the owner. Vince.

He gently lifted my face, so I would look at him, “You forgot my wife,” stroking his thumb across my cheek, “My beautiful incredible wife,” leaning closer, his expression changing, the playfulness disappearing as he kissed me. “The love of my life,”

I sighed, “That’s not fair,” dropping the booklet to the side. “How can I be mad at you when you say things like that?”

“You can be mad at me,” his mouth so close to mine, “just don’t leave me.”

I kissed him, the emotion in his words breaking me.

Pushing the blanket off my shoulders, I wrapped my legs around his waist. As expected, it was seconds before he changed positions, sitting down and keeping me pinned to him.

“Good,” he leaned his forehead against mine, holding me, “back home where you belong.”

I slowly nodded while moving my hands over his arms. “My home.” He kissed me so gently, my heart shattered. I’d never felt so loved. So, wanted. So, safe.

Undoing his belt, I slowly pushed down on his cock.

“Slow my love,” he kissed the corner of my mouth, “I need to fuck you slow,” one sharp thrust, causing my lips to part, “and take my time.”

“Okay,” I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he stood up, carrying me back to bed.

I never wanted to face this world again without being his.

CHAPTER 41

Vince

Running my fingers under the tiny satin straps across her lower back. While she passionately talked to Bastion and Luca about something. Every second that passed, I regretted agreeing to the family dinner.

She was insisting on sitting on her own chair. I hated it.

Following the crisscross straps, until I had the bow. I could not wait to take this dress off her.

“I’ll be back,” she twisted on her chair, kissing my cheek.

“Where are you going?” I grabbed her waist.

“I need another drink,”

“I’ll get it,”

“Vince. Sit and talk to your brothers. I’ll be two minutes.”

Even as she kissed me again, I really wasn’t impressed with her leaving. We had waiters. Staff that would bring anything she wanted to her. So she could stay here with me.

The only benefit of her walking away from me was watching her ass and those legs. That light pink satin clung to her perfectly.Fuck.

When we got back to the room, I was taking her with the dress on, and those heels.

“It would seem you and Maddy are finally close.”

“What did I say about that?” I watched as she walked out of view. Before turning to look at Bastion. He could wipe that grin off his face.

“No disrespecting women. Or talking about your wife, in any sexual context.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Because?”

“Because you raised men, not immature boys.” He pushed back in his seat.

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