Three Years Later
heels sound in my office doorway, the words coming from the other end of the phone call become of no interest to me. I pull my eyes from the computer to look at the blonde bombshell entering my office. Lexie gives me a beautiful smile, lighting up the room with her presence.
“I’ll call you back tomorrow.” Cutting off Enzo mid sentence, I end the call without waiting for a response. I drink her in; a vision in her dark pink gown that displays her incredible cleavage with the open scoop neckline and flashes smooth thigh with the generous slit on one side. Glittery silver heels sparkle when they catch the light with each step. “You look fucking incredible, Dewdrop.”
“You look pretty good yourself, handsome,” she says, walking around the desk to press a light kiss against my lips. If she wasn’t so beautifully made up, I’d kiss her properly and have a real taste. But she’ll kill me for ruining her lipstick if I ravage her the way I want to right now. Standing from my chair, I look down at her as she toys with the lapels of my tux. Black as night.
“Are you ready to go?” Blue eyes peer up at me through dark lashes.
“If I say no, does that mean I get to drag you into the bedroom to enjoy you in this dress?” I ask, tracing a finger across the swells of her breasts over the neckline of her pretty pink dress. Lexie rolls her eyes at me, but she doesn’t hide her smile.
“Well, I’m going and this dress is coming with me,” she retorts. “The car leaves in five minutes, and your hot ass better be in it.”
“Why isn’t this back on your finger?” I ask, toying with the diamond ring hanging around her neck. I bought her the gold necklace to keep her ring safe when she’s working. The stone is too large for her to wear under the disposable gloves during medical procedures.
“Oh,” she says, touching the ring like she completely forgot it was there. She definitely did. “It’s not like I even need to wear this for people to know we’re married. The first thing you do is introduce me as your wife. I’m sure the whole city knows,” she teases. Even as she talks, she’s maneuvering the ring from the rhombus pendant that keeps the ring secure and slipping it onto her left ring finger. Back where it belongs.
The five carat emerald cut diamond winks on her finger, sitting on the simple gold band. I would’ve gone even bigger, but Lexie insisted that anything above five carats would put her off balance and make her fall over. I fucking love seeing her wear my ring, even after two years. It declares to the whole world that she’s mine. This incredible woman chose me, and to hell if I’m not going to show her off.
“Better?” she asks, raising her sassy eyebrows at me in challenge. I take her left hand and bring it to my mouth, brushing my lips across her knuckles.
“Much better,” I murmur deeply. Desire flashes across her expressive face, but it doesn’t last long before the attitude I love so much is back.
“Don’t try to distract me so you can lure me into bed,” she chides, making me grin. Caught red handed. “We’re going right now, our ride is waiting.” Pulling the hand from my lips, she links our fingers and tugs me towards the door. I allow her to lead me into the elevator, happily walking a step behind to watch her round ass sway in her heels.
“And you better behave yourself in the car. I’m not redoing my makeup because you can’t keep your lips to yourself,” she demands as she presses the button to the garage. I pull her against me, my hands sliding their way down to palm her ass. Lowering my head, I let my nose brush along her neck, breathing in the delicious scent of her. My beard scrapes against her delicate skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She lets out a soft sigh when my lips press to the sensitive pulsepoint that drives her wild.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Dewdrop.”
The private car is waiting for us in the parking garage, a uniformed chauffeur waiting patiently to assist us into the luxury SUV by opening the door. I help Lexie in first, waiting for her to slide across the back seat in her gown, before climbing in behind her.
As soon as the car door is closed behind us, I’m pulling Lexie closer. She leans back against me, carefully resting to not disturb her curls. My hands move down to caress her stomach, a primal sense of pride coursing through me at the knowledge that what’s growing inside—what we made together. We haven’t announced it publically, outside our close family and friends, and she’s not showing yet at only twelve weeks.
“How are you feeling, Dewdrop?” I murmur against her hair. The morning sickness has been brutal, making it difficult for her to be around certain foods and smells. Things that she usually loves now makes her nauseous. It’s driving her a little bit insane.
“I’m fine, just exhausted,” she sighs against me. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it eight more months without caffeine,” she huffs. My chuckle vibrates against her. Being without her mountain dew has been the hardest part for her so far, even harder than giving up margaritas. “She’s gonna be worth it, though.”
“She?” It’s too early to know the gender of the baby, but my wife is eager to know what we’re having—complete with a countdown calendar to the gender reveal appointment at eighteen weeks. As excited as I am to be a dad—and I’m really fucking excited—nothing beats the joy of watching Lexie’s over-the-moon elation about our baby.
Every tiny pair of infant socks she buys and vitamin she takes is bursting with joy that spreads to everyone around her. Even Roscoe’s started bringing her a special tea to help with the nausea. Only my wife can make such a hardened man go soft, it’s one of her many talents. I have no shame in being completely wrapped around this woman’s finger.
“It’s a girl, I can feel it,” she states confidently. “Only I would have a daughter so high maintenance before she’s even born. We’re gonna have our hands full.”
“Speaking of hands being full.” My hands slide up her body to cover her breasts, already beginning to swell with the pregnancy hormones. “Your boobs are going to be so fucking big.”
“Not just my boobs. Everything is going to get bigger.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I’ll feel better once I’m actually showing. Right now I just look like I’m really bloated.”
“You’re stunning.” My lips move to press a kiss to the top of her head before lowering to brush against the shell of her ear. “As soon as the ceremony’s over, I’m taking you to the bathroom and getting under this dress. I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep, the other guests will hear us over the reception music. You better wipe off your lipstick before the vows, because as soon as they say ‘I do’, you’re mine.”
Her chest rises with a soft gasp beneath my hands, her arm reaching back to hold the side of my face as I trail slow, sensual kisses down the side of her neck. If I can’t have her lips, I’ll taste any part of her I can get my mouth on.
“Mmmm, it’s a good thing I’m already pregnant. It’s tacky to conceive a baby at someone else’s wedding.” I laugh against her skin.
“We’re here.” Roscoe’s voice cuts over the intercom from his place in the passenger seat on the other side of the petition. He knows how I get, too wrapped up in my wife to notice that we’ve pulled up to the wedding venue.
Of course Lucciano would choose the Plaza Hotel, he’s rented out the whole building no doubt. I expect nothing less from the Grasso family.
The uniformed doorman opens the car door and I exit first to help my wife out of the vehicle in her dress and heels. Hotel staff stand outside the entrance assisting the incoming wedding guests, most of whom I recognize. CEO’s, models, socialites—the crowd in attendance is full of power and influence.
Smoothing down her dress as we enter the lavish hotel lobby, Lexie’s eyes move over the throngs of people in search of familiar faces. Over the last few years she’s become acquainted with most of the people I know in this city, growing closer with some of them than even I am. I’ve never been so popular, I definitely married up.
“Just so you know.” Lexie leans in to speak softly, her words for my ears only. “I’m so wet for you right now, Cal. And I’m not wearing panties.” Her words shoot straight to my cock, the desire hitting me like a mack truck.
Fuck me.
Before I get a chance to respond, she’s smiling at Enzo’s wife, Gwen, and stepping away to greet other guests in attendance. Leaving me with my raging hard-on. It takes every last ounce of my self-control not to toss my pretty pink wife over my shoulder and find a vacant room to have my way with her. Forcing my mask of calm firmly back into place, I square my shoulders.
I can make it through the ceremony, even if it means holding one of the frilly personalized cocktail menus over my erection. As soon as Lucciano and his bride are announced as man and wife, I’m claiming what’s mine.
