Angelica’s POV:
Sweet is an understatement between Anthony and me.
He pinned me against him and ran his hands underneath my dress. I giggle loudly; my head throws back as he squeezes his face between my neck. My arms wrap tightly around him as my fingers trail down his spine, feeling the tense muscles.
There’s a bloom of sweat him, the curls of damp hair paste on his forehead. “Bend over,” His voice. A deep tone, not threatening, rather excessively enticing.
I grin against his neck as my fingers trail down his arms, forcing it to release me. Escaping his grip, I began walking back down the hallway and towards our bedroom.
He groans slightly. “Mio cuore,” he’s warning me to behave, but more in a playful manner.
Once I enter the bedroom, I flick off the lights. Anthony steps in
