Sofia took another sip of her wine, drawing out the silence before she spoke. “Today was payday. So I had to handle all of that.” She swirled her wine again and didn’t give me further information.
Helena set dinner in front of us, tarragon chicken with roasted broccoli. She also set a basket of fresh bread on the table, along with homemade butter.
“Looks amazing,” Maria said. “Your cooking is phenomenal, dear.”
Helena excused herself and allowed us to eat alone.
Maria started talking again, hijacking the conversation. “So, I went to the farmers market downtown…”
My eyes focused on Sofia’s, noticing the way her lipstick had washed off on her wineglass. Her makeup was still perfect in every other way. With ethereal beauty, she seemed to be an angel sent to torture me…because she wasn’t real. I tuned out everything her mother said and directed all my energy on my wife.
Sometimes she met my gaze, but most of the time, she ignored me. She focused her attention on her food, but it was obvious she wasn’t paying attention to a word her mother said either. My heated gaze stole all of her concentration, as much as she pretended I wasn’t there at all.
I wanted this dinner to end already…so I could go upstairs and fuck her.
We reached the third landing and walked to our bedroom.
“What did you really do today?” she asked as she glided on her heels, strutting in black pumps that made her legs look even sexier. She was still in her tight skirt that made her ass look juicy as hell. The second I’d seen her at the hotel, my dick wanted to slide between her cheeks and fuck her right in the asshole.
I almost didn’t answer her question because my mind had wandered so far. “Met with a new distributor. He took a hundred kilos with him, but he tried to argue that my prices were too high. I have a competitor in the area I’ve been at war with for years.”
“When you say war…”
“I mean we want to kill each other, but it’s too difficult.”
“That’s not scary at all.”
“Don’t worry. He knows it would be suicide to come after me. And I know it’s suicide to go after him.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re both protected. We’d have to catch the other one alone and off guard…but that hardly ever happens.”
She reached the bedroom door first and stepped inside. Now that she had her privacy, she slipped off her heels and set them in the closet. Once her bare feet were on the rug, she sighed as the pain finally left her body. She tilted her head slightly and arched her back, like she was stretching everything to relieve the discomfort.
I tossed my tie onto the armchair and unbuttoned my shirt. “Long day?”
“These shoes are so cute, but they hurt.”
“I’m sure there are other cute shoes that would be kinder to your feet.”
“Unlikely.”
I stripped down to my boxers then leaned against the headboard. “Come here.”
She always gave me the cold shoulder when I bossed her around. “I’m going to take a bath.”
“I didn’t ask what you were doing. I told you to come here.”
She turned to me, venom in her eyes. “Stop talking to me like you own me—”
“I do own you.” I patted my thigh. “Now, take off your clothes and do as I say.”
“How about you fuck off instead?”
I chuckled because she was cute when she was angry. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which do you prefer?”
“The one where you fuck yourself.”
“I can do that if it turns you on…but I’d rather fuck you instead.”
She rolled her eyes and yanked off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor before she approached the bed. Her hips shook with attitude, and her eyes were fiery.
Exactly how I liked her.
I grabbed a pillow and tossed it to the foot of the bed. “Lie down.”
With both hands on her hips, she cocked an eyebrow.
Her narrow waist and perky tits were so distracting, I almost changed my mind about what I was going to do. But I knew she would be more receptive when she relaxed, so I stayed focused. “Come on.”
She crawled onto the bed, showing me her ass for a second as she lay down.
I grabbed her ankles and placed them on my chest before my thumbs started to dig into the balls of her feet.
She arched her back and sighed with pleasure, like I was releasing pressure everywhere.
My fingers worked her petite foot, applying pressure to all the places that were the most tender. I even rubbed her toes, gently glided my fingers down her skin and made her relax further.
She moaned like she was taking my dick. “Oh my god…”
I watched her writhe on the bed, my cock trying to break free of my boxers. She arched her back and rolled slightly, her nipples hardening because of the exquisite sensations she was experiencing. Her quiet moans filled the room, sounding identical to the noises she made when she was with me. “I can take care of you. I can make all your aches and pains go away. I can do anything you want me to do…if you just let me in.”