Anastasia POV
"Is that jealousy in your voice I hear?" I raise a brow at him turning down at him as he finally removes my shoe.
He pauses, turning to look up at me, "Do you think a man like me gets jealous? I'm the one married to you," he stands up helping me up as our bodies mesh together, his fingers grab my waist pulling me forward as our breaths merge with each other.
"I'm the one who is going to f**k you and give you orgasm for the rest of your life, so tell me why would I be jealous of a man that can barely hold your hand? My best friend?" he raises a brow at me, his voice coming out in a slow and deep whisper.
"Dante," I say out loud, nervously and wanting, I want him to kiss me again, to roam his hands around my body.
"Your parents will be in our House soon, we have to go" he
