Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“It’s an all-female staff.” Matteo drops his feet, sitting up. A pissed-off expression takes over Nikolai's face. Even Marshmallow lifts his head from where he was snoozing on one of his many cat houses, in solidarity with us.
“How do you know about them getting massages? Riley didn’t say shit about that.”
“I make it my job to know shit.”
I’m already texting Nina to let her know I’ll be leaving. She has been with us since before we even had the boys. Nina was a nurse before she came to work for us full-time. When Angel was placed on bedrest at the end of her pregnancy, I wanted someone to be present at all times. The older woman has been a saint. Both the boys and Angel love her.
“You all can stay here if you want.” I’m already heading for the door.
“Fuck.”
“Well, shit” I hear Matteo and Nikolai say from behind me before they are both following after me. We’re all quiet on the ride over to the luxury spa. Nobody stops us when we arrive.
“What room is Angel in?” I ask one of the staff members.
“Two doors on the left.” The woman points down the hallway. I ignore everyone else, heading to find my wife. If she wants a massage, I am more than willing to give it to her. Then she can go back to her girls’ weekend. Since the entire place is ours, I'll grab one of the rooms and stay nearby in case she needs another one. This all sounds logical to me. There is no need for anyone else when she has me.
When I open the door, I see my Angel. She’s laid out on a table facing up, a sheet draped over her body, with a mask over her eyes. Is she fucking naked under there? Irrational anger fills me. Not at her. Never my Angel, only the thought of someone else having gotten to see her and touch her this way.
My angel is the only thing in my life that will always be mine. I won’t share this part of her. Never.
I remove the tie from the robe on a hook before going to my wife. When I grab her hands, she doesn’t stop me. I pull them up over her head and begin to tie them together.
“What are you doing?” She finally speaks. I don’t respond. I drop down and secure the binding to the table's legs. It's loose enough; she can move her arms a little, but not much. “Hey.” Angel tugs at them. I rip the sheet off her body, revealing every naked inch of her.
I take one of her nipples into my mouth. “Abel,” she moans, her back bowing off the table. “It took you long enough to get here.” I release my mouth from around her nipple. She’s smiling. I push the mask away from over her eyes.
“You playing with me, Angel?”
“Always,” she says with a small giggle. “I knew you’d come.” Angel licks her lips. “I’ve been waiting.”
Fuck me. I’m not even pissed. Instead, I kiss her, my hand slipping down between her thighs. She parts them for me. She is already dripping wet for me.
“I’m sorry I made you wait, Angel.” She should never have to wait for anything. I would have been here from the start if she asked, but it only goes to prove that my wife enjoys seeing that my obsession for her has no bounds.
“I’m not sorry in the least.” She nips at my bottom lip. “Make it worth it.”
I do exactly as she says, making sure I give her all the love and attention she deserves. The same as I plan to do for the rest of our lives.