Page 110 of Bellini Bound
“Classic.” I shook my head in amusement. “You really thought you had me nailed, didn’t you?” Standing, I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt. “If you’d bothered to do your research, you would have learned that Bellini Real Estate held that warehouse in our portfolio for ten years. As President of that company, I had visited it many times, so it stands to reason that my fingerprints would be all over the place.”
Logan turned the most stunning shade of scarlet, almost as if his head were about to explode. It was a shame my phone had been confiscatedupon my arrest, because I would have loved to take a picture as a little memento.
Looking my father-in-law square in the eye, I asked, “Are we done here? My wife gets very upset when I’m late for dinner.”
“This isn’t over,” he spat.
“Maybe not, but you’ve undoubtedly lost this battle, and your baby girl warming my bed at night sure feels like winning the war. Did you know she’s a screamer who begs to be spanked?”
He lunged at me, but my age and reflexes were no match for him, and it was all too easy to sidestep his attempted attack.
“Mark my words,” Logan huffed, chest heaving. “It might not happen today, but I am going to fucking kill you.”
“You know where to find me.” Giving him a mock salute, I headed for the door. “Until next time.”
Grabbing my personal belongings at the front desk, I checked my phone and saw no less than a dozen missed calls from Allie, along with several texts asking where I was and if I was planning to work late.
Firing off a quick message to tell her I’d gotten hung up in a meeting but I was on my way now, I decided it wasn’t worth stressing her out over this bullshit with her dad. She’d made her peace with cutting her parents out of her life. She was happy being with me. And not just happy; shelovedme.
A tiny omission wouldn’t hurt her.
Chapter 27
Enzo
Pacingthefoyer,Ichecked the time on my watch. Again. If we didn’t leave in the next ten minutes, we were going to be more than a little fashionably late. I could admit I was on edge. Tonight needed to go off without a hitch, and I worried that something as insignificant as a delay in our arrival at Hawthorne’s gala would create a domino effect that spelled doom for our casino night.
“Well, you’ve got the black part nailed, but how do you expect to go to a black-tie event without the tie?” Allie’s voice called from the top of the stairs.
When my eyes lifted, my lungs seized as I watched her slow descent.
My wife was gorgeous on a typical day, but I was struck speechless by the sight of her in an off-the-shoulder, emerald silk gown that hugged the generous swells of her breasts before flaring out at the hips. And fuck me, with every step, her creamy thigh peeked out from a slit that was cut high enough that if I tilted my head just right, I could have sworn I caught a flash of pussy. Her chestnut hair was styled into an elegant bun with tiny wisps left loose to frame her face. Several delicate gold chains, featuring bezel-setdiamonds, hung from her neck to match the drop earrings gracing her ears. The look was capped off with glittery eyeshadow that made the green of her eyes pop and red lipstick that had me itching to see what it would look like smeared down my dick.
She was an absolute vision, a goddess. And pride surged through my veins, knowing she was all mine.
Allie reached the bottom of the stairs, her heels clicking against the marble flooring of the foyer as she moved to where I stood. Her hands skimmed up my chest, smoothing over the lapels of my tuxedo jacket.
The most brilliant smile lit up on her beautiful face. “Did a little bit of expensive fabric and makeup break your brain, Mr. Bellini?”
I groaned, my hand snaking around her back to haul her flush against me.
“You have a lot of nerve, Mrs. Bellini,” I rasped, dipping my head to drag my tongue along her collarbone. “Getting me hard when we’re already late.”
Her moan floated toward the high ceiling when I nipped the side of her neck. “My memory from that day is a little foggy, but wasn’t one of my wedding vows that I promised to tempt my husband into abandoning his plans for fancy evenings to fuck me in nothing but my heels and jewelry instead?”
My cock wept, begging to take her up on that enticing offer, but my brain overruled the reckless request, and I reluctantly pulled away. Though putting space between us wasn’t going to do jack shit to make my dick calm down. Unless I planned not to look at my wife for the remainder of the night—which wasn’t an option—I would need a minute to readjust myself so my persistent boner wasn’t overly noticeable by the other attendees at the gala. Once we made it to the casino, I wouldn’t give a fuck who saw how turned on I was, and I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t be dragging her intoMatteo’s office so I could fuck her against the wall of windows overlooking the casino floor.
“We have to go.” I couldn’t keep the disappointment out of my voice.
Allie sighed. “Just as well. Your DNA isn’t exactly an acceptable accessory for this dress.”
Goddammit. Was shetryingto kill me?
A primal growl vibrated through my chest at the mental image of my wife on her knees before me, her mouth open wide as I unleashed on her face and tits before decorating the green silk encasing her luscious body with my cum.
With all my blood pooled below my waist, I managed to grunt out, “Car.”
Smirking, my wife turned to walk away, heading toward the door with what seemed like an exaggerated sway of her hips. That wide ass of hers was damn near hypnotic, jiggling with each step, and I wanted to sink my teeth into the fleshiest part of it.
