Page 59 of Blackbeard
“I missed the last family dinner because of club business, so if I miss this one too, Abuela will never let me hear the end of it. Besides, if I don’t introduce you to my family soon, there will be hell to pay, so—”
I bounced up to my feet.
“Perfect! When do we leave? I have to figure out what I’m going to wear, then do my hair…”
“We need to be there by five o’clock,” Blackbeard said, accepting his fate.
I grinned and flung my arms around his neck, planting a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek.
“Your family is going to love me,” I said.
“I’m sure they will.”
“What do you think, honey?”
Blackbeard leaned back against the kitchen counter, idly scrolling through his phone with one hand.
Fuck, he looked sexy as sin. His long hair hung loose to his shoulders, half pulled back, studded with a handful of decorative, ornate silver beads. He wore a brand new pair of slim-fitting black jeans, and a long-sleeved, black cashmere shirt so snug that it looked like it was painted on.
Blackbeard’s gaze swept over me as he slid his phone into his back pocket. My stomach fluttered at his undivided attention. I gave him a slow spin, letting him get a good, long look from all angles.
The deep green emerald sundress matched the ring I had guilted Blackbeard into getting for me. Light and airy as a feather, the fabric was silky soft, and I definitely chose it in the hopes it would encourage him to touch me.
It dipped low in the back, with flimsy little straps that tied into neat bows at the shoulders. The V-collar was too revealing to wear a bra, but the pleats and lacy embroidered leaves provided enough coverage that I wouldn’t be indecent.
Instead of my usual cat-like winged eyeliner, I opted for a smoky eye that gave me a softer look without losing my seductive side. I touched my lips with a strawberry-blush pink gloss, and painted my nails to match my dress.
To top it off, I used a dark piece of ribbon as a choker to grace my throat. And just as I expected, Blackbeard’s gaze lingered there on my neck for several seconds longer than necessary.
When he took a step toward me, I bit the inside of my cheek with anticipation. He grazed his knuckles up my arm and across my clavicles. Hooking a finger under my chin, he tilted my head up to meet his gaze.
“You’re going to be on your best behavior tonight, right?”
I looked up at him through my lashes.
“If I’m a good girl, do I get a reward when we come home?”
Blackbeard took me by the waist and turned me around. His breath ghosted along the curve of my neck. I shuddered, my core clenching with need. He smoothed his palm around my waist, teasing along just underneath the curve of my breasts. Skating his hands down my back, caressing every swell and dip of my body.
Then he cupped my ass with a flirty little squeeze. He could probably tell I was wearing a thong through the thin fabric of my dress.
“I’m surprised,” he said softly. “You haven’t figured it out yet?”
I half turned, trying to get a look at him. Blackbeard leaned in close enough to kiss, his eyes dark, his entire demeanor radiating an addictive level of sexual energy.
“Figured out what?” I demanded. “Don’t leave me hanging like that.”
He chuckled and his tongue flicked out, tracing his lower lip.
“The last time we fucked, you weren’t being a good girl. In fact, you were acting like a total brat who needed to be put in her place.”
My mouth dropped open.
Blackbeard grinned and skirted past me.
“Let’s go, wife. My parents are waiting.”
I hurried after him, my mind spinning with possibilities.
