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A shudder of electricity runs through me as I fall deeper into her tentative, but permissive kiss.
Hunger rushes through me and I give in, pushing my tongue between her teeth to consume her.
They clamp down, pinching me with a shock before I withdraw quickly.
Her narrow eyes tell me I overstepped.
I don’t care. It was worth it.
“Well, I’m all shook up! I now pronounce you hubba hubba and wife!” The round minister claps his hands before heading back towards his office.
We both stand and stare at each other before she speaks.
“Only on paper, Mr. Petrov.” She pivots and brushes past me.
“Oh, lastochka, the things I would do to you, you’d never want to leave.” Reaching out, I manage to swat her on one of her firm ass cheeks before she’s too far.
She jumps with a delicious gasp.
“Let’s just sign the license and leave. I have work to do.”
I put my signature next to hers, and then hold the door to the exit.
“I’ll see you at home, dear.” I wink and saunter to my car. “Marco, you’re with me.”
Marco’s salt and pepper brows rise onto his forehead. “But, boss-I-uh. Nevermind.” He jumps into the passenger seat.
“You’re going to drive her car home.”
“Um. Boss, she’s in it. Right now.” He points ahead of us where her tail lights flash before pulling into her driveway.
“I gotta take my wife home. She won’t know where it is. You’re gonna make sure her Audi gets delivered for her.” I slide my Maserati beside her vehicle and slip the car into park.
“I don’t get it, boss. You had me send the guys over to empty the place.” Marco slumps back and pulls his sunglasses down.
“But, she doesn’t know that. Go ahead and take hers. Here’s the key.” I hand him the copy I had made.
She has no idea she just signed a deal with the devil.
I can hear her squeal before she runs back outside.
Her face is puffy with anger as she stomps over to my window.
To her credit, she barely seems to notice that Marco is leaving in her ride.
“Where is my stuff? Why did he just take my car?” Her voice climbs with each question.
I slide out, and wrap my arm gently around her waist, then guide her around the front of the Maserati.
“Wife. I’m bringing you home. Now that you’re married to me, you aren’t safe here by yourself.” I coax her in, and slide the belt over her lap, much like I did the other day after my “proposal”.
She shakes her head with a vacant look. “No. This isn’t what we agreed on.”
“Yes it is.” I rev the engine before backing out. “When you signed your name, you became my responsibility. I don’t take that lightly.”
“I don’t think that’s what that meant.” Her lower lip sticks out.
I’m tempted to park and take that offending pout between my teeth.
