ROMAN
It was ridiculous. How exactly was she doing this? I didn't understand how I was already spotting a b***r merely at the sight of my wife in her amethyst-colored dress. Even after some serious f*****g in the pool earlier. Her reddish curls were pulled up in a half ponytail with strands of her hair framing her face.
"So, what do you think?" She asked, striking a small pose. My throat went dry as my gaze traced over every inch of her curves. Damnit, those hips were killing me.
She frowned slightly. "Is it...bad?"
"No, I mean..." I cleared my throat. "You look so stunning I can barely breathe."
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she flashed me her matching elegant nails.
"I did these myself too. What do you think?" She said, and I took one of her hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
