I put my hands on my hips. “Meaning what? How much time do you think I need?”
“Honestly, none at all. I think you are beautiful just as you are now. I meant how much time do you think you need to look the way you want?”
“Good save, mister,” I say with a wink. “I don’t need much time at all. I’m going to blow dry my hair, but leave it wavy, and put on a little heavier makeup than usual to go with the dress.”
“You didn’t wear a lot of makeup in Italy when you wore the dress.”
I laugh. “This is Vegas, baby.”
“Yes, this is the one place where sexier is better. I will have my hands full with you tonight then.”
“There are plenty of sexy women walking around Vegas right now.”
Enzo grins. “None as hot as you.”
“I only have eyes for you my prince.”
“And I for you,” he insists.
“Let’s get dressed,” I suggest, and head to the sink to brush my teeth. He joins me at the vanity and starts to apply shaving cream to his face.
“No, don’t shave please. Leave it rough,” I say, winking at him.
He puts the razor down. “As you wish.”
I lean back against the counter. “So, I’ve been thinking…”
“Thinking about what, my love?”
Watching as he wipes the shaving cream off his face, I reply, “Fantasies.”
Enzo wraps his arms around my waist. “I would like to hear all about those.”
“I think the idea of doing something where we could get caught is exciting. I don’t want to actually get caught, though. I just like the idea. Like when we were in the car that time.”
“Ah, public sex… Are you a little exhibitionist?” he asks.
“Maybe, and Vegas is the perfect place for it.”
“Yes, I agree. It also happens to be one of those things I always wanted to do, but never had someone to do it with. You read my mind this time, signora.”
“We have a very exciting couple of days ahead of us then,” I tease.
“We do. Maybe an opportunity will present itself tonight, no?” He nuzzles my neck, his stubble creating an exhilarating sensation across my skin.
“I do hope so, my prince.”
I walk into the bedroom and squeeze into my dress, thankful that the material is so forgiving, before slipping into my new black stiletto pumps. My hair is wavy and wild, and I love the look. I add some dramatic, smoky eye makeup and a light, neutral lip color. Personally, I think I look freaking hot.
“Well, what do you think?” I ask Enzo as I step into the sitting area.
“Fuck, Ava.” He has a wide smile on his face. “Excuse my mouth, signora, but you look absolutely incredible, even better than the first time you wore it.”
I run my hands over my stomach. “I’m a little curvier than I was the first time, but I think it looks good.”
“Beyond good…”
I smile. “Grazie.”
“You look so good that I want to throw you down on the couch and ravish you,” Enzo says, his eyes gleaming with lust.
“Ha! Well you can’t because we’re going out. You’ll have to wait.”
“We’ll see about that, signora.”
I rush away from him, laughing like a gleeful child, as I collect my clutch and cashmere wrap. Enzo starts to chase me when our playtime is interrupted by a knock on the door. He answers it.
“Ready to go out?” asks Calvin, standing in the doorway.
“Yes, we are,” Enzo replies, laughing.
“Wow, Ava. You look fantastic,” Gabby remarks.
I grin. “So do you, my lovely friend.”
Gabby is wearing a dark brown wrap dress with a high neckline. It highlights her tiny waist and curvy hips. Her hair falls in sexy waves around her shoulders and down her back, and, if I’m not mistaken, she is wearing makeup.
“You’re a little hotty, Miss Gabriella,” I tease, using my husband’s name for her.
She blushes. “I’m feeling pretty hot tonight – must be a Vegas thing.”
Calvin rubs her back. “She’s always hot to me.”
“Shall we go down to the lobby and wait for the others?” Enzo asks. “I ordered a car for us.”
We head to the elevators, where Grayson and Marisa join us. As we descend, I turn around and rub Enzo’s back. I lean in and whisper in his ear, “Fantasy,” and wink.
“The elevator?” he asks.
“Hell, yeah.”
“That could possibly be arranged.”
“But they’re too fast,” I point out.
“We’ll see what I can do,” he says with a grin.
Waves of arousal wash over me just thinking of the possibility.
After a few minutes, Francesca and Eduardo, then Chris and Cassie, join us in the lobby. We walk out to the valet area where our limo is waiting. Cassie’s face lights up when she spots it – she loves this over-the-top, VIP treatment.
“Are you going to complain about the car again, your highness?” Cassie asks, before bursting into laughter at her own joke.
I roll my eyes. “No, Cass. I’m happy to have it.”
“Ah, what’s this? Acceptance, tolerance, or submission?” she asks me.
“Let’s go with a willing combination of acceptance and mild submission,” I reply, and look directly at my husband. Cassie has no idea of the meaning of the word submission between us, but Enzo certainly does.
He responds with a wink and a small back rub. “I like that combination.”
“So do I,” I reply.
“Okay, you two, can we make it through dinner without the two of you gagging us with your mushy love talk?” Cassie asks.
Enzo replies, “I won’t make promises I cannot keep, Miss Cunningham,” causing me to explode with laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Gabby asks.
I grin at her. “Inside joke. Anyway, we’ll try to keep it to a minimum, how’s that?”
Cassie rolls her eyes. “That’s as good as it’s going to get, I suppose.”
We walk into Dolce, where we are immediately escorted to a large table. The restaurant is stark and very modern in appearance, but the low lighting helps to soften the surroundings. It definitely feels like Vegas in here.
A waitress strides over wearing a red dress. Glancing around, I notice that all of the female staff are wearing the same thing, while the men are dressed in red shirts and black dress pants. Fancy. The woman announces that the chef has prepared a special menu for us tonight, so we should all just sit back and start drinking the numerous bottles of wine that are sitting on our table.
“This is a very nice place. I read a write-up about it in a magazine on the way here,” Marisa announces. She flips her red hair around as she speaks.
“Yes, the chef, he is winning awards across the world. His food is Italian, but he modernized it. I’m so excited,” Francesca enthuses.
“Yeah, me too,” says Cassie. “I watched his biography on the Food Network. I was drooling just thinking of this place, and now I’m here. It’s too cool.”
Enzo explains, “The menu concept is unique, like Spanish tapas but with Italian-inspired cuisine. I am quite interested how our meal will unfold tonight.”
Our first course arrives on at least twenty plates. It is a selection of just about every appetizer on the menu, from mussels in a garlic wine sauce to grilled prawns, and a very delicious-looking bruschetta with a delicate spread of avocado and fresh tomatoes. Every bite is divine and the food just keeps coming. We go through several pasta dishes, pizzas, house specialties, and too many bottles of wine to even bother counting. Our meal is finished off by a selection of small, but magnificent desserts.
Amazingly, I don’t feel stuffed, as everything was just a bite or two. I am, however, completely drunk. The wine was beyond good and I’ve had more than my fair share of it.
“Are you tipsy, amore?” Enzo asks. Smiling, he leans back in his chair and looks at me.
“I believe I am. And I’m ready for you now,” I say, draining my glass.
“But signora, you are slurring your words. Are you sure I won’t be taking advantage of you?” His eyes twinkle as he drags a finger softly down my cheek.
While I may be drunk, I know damn well that I want my husband’s hands all over me right now.
“Can we go to our room, Enzo? I want you.”
Grinning, he asks, “In what way?”
“Don’t fuck with me. You know what I want.”
“My, my, signora, the language – what a mouth you have.” He swishes his wine glass around and takes another sip, taunting me.
“I will stand up and strip right here, right now, in front of all of these people,” I challenge him.
“You will do no such thing. You’re bluffing. I can read your poker face, remember?”
Enzo is right, I am bluffing. I cross my arms and stick out my bottom lip in a pout.
He drinks the rest of his wine and leans in close to me. “I am going to fuck you, Ava, all night if I can. I’m going to do unimaginable things to that gorgeous body of yours, and, oh, what I have planned for your dirty little mouth.”
I grin. “I love it when you talk to me like that. Let’s go. Now.”
“Can I pay the tab, please?” he asks. “And we should say goodbye to everyone, no? So impatient you are.”
Enzo motions for the waitress to come over, and in spite of numerous objections from our group, he pays the bill. I stand up, antsy to get back to our room. We then spend at least ten minutes saying goodbye to everyone and just when I think we are ready to leave, the chef comes out to talk with us. I act as polite and well-mannered as possible, while we spend another fifteen minutes or so chatting with him.
Finally, we head back to the elevator. As we walk inside, several people get on with us, so we step to the back since we are going all the way to the top. I lean against the wall, anxious to get to our floor, and suddenly feel Enzo’s hand slide down my backside. Slowly, his fingers creep up my thigh and up under my dress. He moves behind me and pulls me against him. Oh shit.
I feel my dress hiking up and freeze. There must be twenty people inside the elevator. It stops at the sixth floor and several people shift around us. Then I feel Enzo’s hand firmly between my legs. Really, with all these people around us?
Enzo holds my shoulder with his free hand. “Be quiet,” he whispers in my ear.
I feel my panties being tugged to one side. No way. Not here. Be careful what you wish for. You asked for this, remember?
His finger slides into me and I gasp. A woman turns and looks at me, but I just smile as though nothing is happening. I feel his breath, hot against my neck, and his teeth gently nibble my skin. I sigh.
Enzo presses into me, his erection rubbing against me. I reach behind me and rub him through his pants. I try to turn around, but he won’t let me. His hand slides up my neck and pulls my head back, just slightly, for a kiss. Even with all these people here, I don’t give a damn. I think I would strip all my clothes off right now if I thought I could get away with it. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
The elevator reaches the thirtieth floor and several more guests get off. Now there are only two people with us. Just as I am about to lose my mind, Enzo removes his hands and tugs my dress back to its proper position. He moves next to me, and appears completely cool and collected. Meanwhile, I’m as flustered as I’ve ever been.
When the elevator stops on the fortieth floor, the couple in front of us turns around and bids us goodnight. We smile politely as the doors close. The second we are alone, Enzo pushes me back against the wall, sliding his tongue into my mouth. His hands roam freely all over my body, caressing every inch. I wrap my leg around his waist, wishing he could finish me off here.
Seconds later, we reach our floor and hurry out to our room. Enzo opens our door and pulls me in, enveloping me in a passionate kiss once more.
“What did you think of that, my love?” he asks.
“Amazingly hot,” I sigh. “There’s only one way it could have been better.”
“Yes, but impossible.”
Enzo grabs my waist and slides down in front of me. “Lift,” he says, tapping my foot. He removes one of my shoes and then the other. It’s so sexy when he undresses me.
“I love you in this dress,” he tells me, huskily.
“Good. Now take it off.”
He grins. “You’re so bossy.”
“I can be when I want something as much as I want you right now.”
He stands and looks me in the eye. “I like that. You can boss me around as much as you like.”
“Oh, is this a power shift? Maybe you need a spanking this time?” Laughing, I smack him playfully on the ass.
Enzo grabs my chin and holds my gaze to his, deadly serious. “If it would please you.” He leans in and sucks my tongue into his mouth, his hands gripping the back of my neck. “Ava, you turn me on so much. I lose all control with you.”
He loses control? I’m putty in his hands.
I wrap my hands in Enzo’s hair and suck his bottom lip into my mouth, biting down just a little. I’m feeling brave, aggressive, and powerful, fueled by too much wine, desire, and my husband’s sweet submission. Reaching down, I squeeze his firm ass in my hands. His body is so amazing, strong and sensual.
“Enzo…”
“What, baby?”
“I need you,” I breathe heavily.
“You have me – all of me. Any way you want me, I’m yours,” he says, drawing me closer to him and kissing every inch of my face, neck and mouth.
“Undress me,” I whisper.
Enzo slides down to the floor, running his hands all over me in the process. He tugs the hem of my dress and lifts it up, slowly, over every curve, until he pulls it over my head. I stand before him wearing my new lingerie purchases, a fiery red, lace bra and thong set, and black thigh-high stockings.
Sliding down to the floor again, Enzo drags his tongue up one of my stocking-covered legs, stopping at the apex of my thighs. He breathes hot air on my skin, blowing softly through my lacy panties. I throw my head back, reveling in the pleasure.
He pulls down my panties, leaving them dangling around my knees, and his tongue finds my aching clit, which he licks softly, running his tongue up and down my engorged sex. Then he rises up, his tongue gliding all the way up my stomach until he sucks a hardened nipple through the fabric of my bra.
“I want to do such dirty things to you, do you know that?” he asks me, his voice raspy and soft.
“You can do whatever you want.”
“Anything?” he asks. A glimmer of mischief appears in his eyes.
“Yes.”
“Then bend over.”
His voice turns strong and demanding, and I love it. I bend down and wait for my next command, my panties still dangling around my knees.
“Grab your ankles,” he instructs.
Ooh, I think I like where this is going.
I grip both my ankles, as best I can. His hands run over my ass and down the back of my thighs.
Oh Lord, I want him so much right now.
“Don’t move,” Enzo commands.
Bending down, he lifts each of my legs to remove the panties and quickly unhooks my bra.
He taps my legs. “Spread.”
I’m breathing hard now, every nerve in my body heightened with desire. Enzo paces around me, dragging his hand over my aroused flesh. I get the sense that I’m not supposed to speak, although he hasn’t actually said that. I feel his presence behind me, silent but imposing. I want to be taken by him, completely controlled. In the bedroom, this works for me.
I hear the sound of his zipper coming down and hold my breath. One hand grips my waist and digs ever so slightly into my skin. His other hand slides between my legs, his fingers dipping sensuously inside
me, and I let out a small moan. I feel the head of his erection press against my opening, not entering but teasing me. I push back against him, only to feel the weight of his hand against my backside. Smack!
I exhale suddenly, surprised by the action.
“I said don’t move,” he orders.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
“What did you say?”
I can’t tell from his voice if he likes it or not. I don’t want to ruin this moment of passion, but it just felt like the right thing to say. Isn’t this what submission looks like? I hold my breath, afraid to speak.
“Say it again.” His tone has changed to one of longing, desire, and love.
“Yes sir.”
“Fuck,” he whispers, and pushes into me, filling me.
There is no tender build-up this time, no gentle grind, just mad, frantic pumping. His hands are the only thing keeping me in an upright position as I grip my ankles, enjoying the intense sensation of his hardness knocking into me, and the sound of our skin slapping together with every move.
“Ah, Jesus, Ava, I’m going to come. I can’t wait.”
“Don’t wait. I want you to. I want to be your pleasure.”
“You are – always. Ah!”
Enzo grabs my hair and pulls my neck back as he pumps into me, forcefully, before stiffening and then releasing into my depths. He quickly lets me go and pulls me up to him, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
“Ava, you’re everything to me,” he says breathlessly between kisses.
“I love you, Enzo, above all else.”
My husband smothers my face in kisses, holding me as close as he ever has. He locks his eyes on mine, those glorious pools of blue.
“I know you love me,” he says. “It’s the best feeling in the world. You are such an incredible woman. It’s staggering.”
I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. Staggering?
“Enzo, I-”
“Shush baby, just let me love you. Let me talk to you like this. Let me get it all out.”
I nod my head and lean my face against his beating heart.
“I was afraid to want that again, but with you it’s so different.”
He’s not making any sense to me. Afraid to want what? I try to look at him, but he holds my head to his chest.
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