Aimée and Alessandro weren"t the only couple making love that night. In the guest bedroom, Christopher tenderly undressed his wife in preparation for a thorough bedding.
She participated willingly, opening his buttons. Despite contending with complicated party clothing and its multiple layers, they stripped each other nude in no time. Katerina stepped close to Christopher, pulling his head down for an endless kiss. His arms encircled her lower back, pressing their bodies together.
“Love, what did the last song say?” he mumbled against her lips.
She pulled back a fraction. “The Italian one?”
“Yes.”
She blushed, not wanting to answer.
“Tell me, Kat,” he urged. “You know you can trust me. You do know that, don"t you?”
She met his eyes with a tender look. “I"ve never wanted to trust any
