I stick my phone between my chin and shoulder to free my hands and listen as Manny scoffs at the thought that he would ever be that stupid. I close the grill and take a long pull of my beer, catching sight of Calla in the kitchen doing her thing. I watch her thoughtfully for a moment.

“You know, Calla told me earlier her dad would help get us out of here. We should come with.”

The more I think about what she said today, the more I want to get the hell out of here. We’d be safer at Salvatore’s house than anywhere else.

“Tomorrow it is, then. I’ll call John. You know his ass will want to come. Cecily, too. All right, buddy. Watch your back. Later.”

I hang up and call John. We talk for a few minutes about tomorrow. My instincts were right. He wants to come with us, which is fine by me. I’m sure Calla will love having time with both of her parents, as well as getting to know Salvatore better. He can talk to her while she’s there.

You wouldn’t think we would need protection from someone as dumb as Emerald, but the truth is, she isn’t dumb at all. She’s played me for a damn fool. I don’t trust her or whoever it is she is working with not to somehow follow us.

I toss my phone onto the small table by the door and walk into the house, stopping dead in my tracks when I see Calla standing at the stove naked, stirring whatever she’s making with one hand while texting someone with the other from the phone I returned to her the other day. I have the notion to both slap her ass and claim it at the same time.

“Are you my dessert?”

She jumps, the wooden spoon and phone falling from her hands onto the floor.

“God, you ass! You scared me!” she shrieks, placing her hand over her heart.

“Sorry, not sorry, babe.”

She bends down, her plump ass going up in the air, right along with my rigid cock.

There’s my dinner right there. No way am I eating this chicken, not when I have the damn gourmet special staring me in the face.

Slipping back through the slider, I cut off the grill. Let it burn; I don’t care. That ass is mine!

“Stop!” she laughs when my arms come around her and my hands palm her naked breasts.

“Put the spoon down.”

“No, I’m starving. And I’m talking to Mrs. Henry. She has all my things packed up. Dad’s going to get them tonight.”

“Give me the spoon. And say thank you to Mrs. Henry.”

Fuck. I’m so damn turned on I don’t even recognize my own voice. I’ve never had the desire to fuck someone’s ass before. Hell, I’ve never had the desire to screw anyone but her, ever. The other women were completely erased from my mind the minute I laid eyes on her again.

I press my dick into her backside and she gasps.

“Oh!”

“‘Oh’ is right. Why are you naked?”

She places the phone and the spoon down on the counter, then reaches for the knob on the stove and turns it off. I squeeze her breasts one more time and swipe my hand up her neck, pushing her hair off to the side to kiss her sweet spot.

“I’m hot,” she says finally.

“I agree,” I say mischievously, making her gasp again when I pinch her nipple. “So tell me the real reason why you’re standing in the kitchen naked?”

“I want you.”

Thank Christ the window in the kitchen is high enough that no one can see her. She’s just as sinful as I am. This playfulness is the way it should be, doing whatever we want to each other whenever we want. I lightly bite into her neck.

“I want your ass. Do you trust me?”

“I do. I mean, I trust you, but I guess I’ve never thought about doing that before.”

She starts to rub her ass up against my dick.

“I’ve never done it before, either. But fuck, I want to with you. We don’t have to; I can just make love to you. But you’re naked and standing in our kitchen. You knew exactly what I would do when I saw you, so I know you want it just as bad as I do. You just tell me how.”

My fingers begin to roam all over her silky flesh, around the curve of her ass to the front of her pussy. It’s hot and wet. I can feel the heat radiating from it before my hands even cup over her mound.

“My ass,” she exhales.

I swallow back my nervousness. Hell yeah, I’m scared. This is new territory for me, too, but it’s one I’m eagerly anticipating will bring us both to one hell of a damn climax.

“You sure?” I swallow hard.

“Very sure.”

Grabbing both of her ass cheeks in my hand, I roughly squeeze them.

“I’m going to fuck it hard, Calla. There’s no way in hell once I get my dick in that tiny little hole in this voluptuous ass of yours that I’m going to be able to hold back.”

“Do it. Fuck me until I scream your name. Fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow.”

My eyes close, inhaling her. God, she’s intoxicating. And she’s mine.

“Come on, babe. This can all wait.”

I follow her down the hall to our room, watching her ass sway back and forth. She holds her head high. That’s my wife walking down the hall in front of me. My self-assured woman. A naughty one. A man’s dream wife. My jeans are off the minute we hit the room. She places herself in the middle of the bed, smiling brightly when she sees me stroking my dick, stalking her way.

“My hand would feel so much better, don’t you think?” she asks.

She doesn’t sound scared at all. She shifts until she’s centered in the bed, spreading her legs wide. I can see from here her pussy is already wet. My dick is screaming, pussy or ass. Either one is fine by me, just as long as it’s hers.

“It definitely would. Touch yourself. Feel how wet you are and spread it around your tight little hole for me.”

She does. Her hand glides down her body and separates her folds. She starts rubbing her clit in quick circles. Jesus Christ.

“Stop!” I yell out.

She doesn’t listen; she just keeps pleasing herself. Her pants are getting louder and I’m going to come just watching her get herself off. My dick sits in my hand, long forgotten. I climb on the bed and grasp her hand. She looks up at me in annoyance.

“Turn over. I think my hand would feel much better, don’t you?” I ask gruffly.

When she flips herself over and her ass is hiked up in the air, I slap it hard, causing her to look over her shoulder in surprise. I bend down and kiss the spot I just slapped.

“That’s for walking around the house naked.”

“I’ll walk around naked more often, then, if I’m going to get spanked every time I do it.”

I roll my eyes at her smile.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, changing the subject.

Even though I’m about to take her ass, I want her to know I think she’s the most amazing, talented woman I have ever met.

“I love you,” she declares.

The most beautiful words ever. I don’t care if anyone calls me a pussy for thinking so. When you hear them come out of the mouth of the woman you love with everything you have, those words would be any man’s favorite.

This act is so intense and delicate that I would never dream of doing this with anyone else. Gazing down at her ass, I think back to many dreams I had about her over the years, making love to her in every way possible and then flipping her over and fucking her so hard that neither of us can move.

I was put on this earth to please her, take care of her in any way I can. This may have originally been my idea, but seeing her juices practically dripping out of her weeping pussy, I know it’s something she wants, too.

Not wanting to delay the pleasure, I slowly run my finger up her slick center, my dick dying to slip inside of her with no condom. Just a few more days, I tell myself. My hand goes to her hip, holding her in place the moment I touch her puckered hole. She moans loudly and deeply as I begin to coat her with her wetness, loosening her up. She’s so soaked.

Back and forth I go between her ass and her pussy, hungry to be inside of her in this way and watch her fall apart. My fingers are so wet now that I easily slide in the tip of one. She’s so tight.