“Okay.” It wasn’t. Giulia’s body language made that clear.
“What else?”
“Spend time with the kids and me. Family time. Be home for dinner, be home on Sunday. I want to get to know you, what you like to do in your free time, what you enjoy doing.”
I tried to remember the last time I’d done something I enjoyed doing that didn’t involve my line of work. I couldn’t.
“Don’t tell me there’s nothing you like to do except work. There must be something else you enjoy besides torture and killing.”
So uninhibited with her words. It was a breath of fresh air. I hummed, cupping her head harder. “I’m good at both.”
“I don’t doubt it,” she whispered, shivering. “I love to paint and do Pilates.”
My fingers on her neck loosened. “Paint?”
“Yes, canvases. Still lifes, landscapes, animals. I’m not so good with the human body, but I’m trying to improve. That’s what was in the huge package. My canvases.”
I hadn’t paid much attention to Giulia’s belongings. Maybe I should have shown basic interest in my wife’s life before I dragged her into the mess that was my own.
“And Pilates helps me stay fit, and it’s good for my mental health too.” She fell silent. “You look at me as if I’m talking nonsense.”
“You’re not,” I said. “You just keep surprising me.”
“In a good or bad way?”
“Good.”
She shrugged. “That’s good.”
It was. But good things always came with a price. “Have you painted since you’ve arrived here?”
“No, I was busy settling in, and the kids and Loulou keep me on my toes.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “And I’d need a room to paint. The fumes need to be contained.”
“There’s a vacant room beside my office. It’s got a nice view of the garden and direct access to the terrace.”
Giulia’s face lit up. She lowered herself and propped her chin up on her crossed arms on my chest. “Thank you.”
“How are things between you and my children?”
Her mouth thinned, but I wasn’t sure why. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, even though there obviously was. “The kids and I are getting to know each other. I think I can gain Daniele’s trust through Loulou, and today Simona let me carry her without crying.”
“About the dog—”
Giulia jerked into a sitting position again. “I don’t want to give Loulou away, and I won’t lock her inside a room. It’s not fair to her. What’s your problem with her anyway?”
“Apart from the fact that she’s not trained very well?”
“That’s hardly her fault. Did Gaia never work with her?”
I tensed. “The dog came at a difficult time.”
“I think Loulou is good for this family, and I really like her.”
“Then keep her, but train her.”
“Will Elia stay my bodyguard?”
“Of course, he’s a good choice.”
“Because he’s not interested in women.”
I narrowed my eyes, wondering how exactly she found out. She misunderstood my expression. Worry tightened her face. “You knew, right?”
“Of course, that’s why he’s allowed to be your bodyguard.”
Giulia huffed. “Trust?”
I smiled darkly then wet my thumb and pressed it to that little pink button, which teased me from its prime spot between those pouty lips.
“We’ll work toward that. But even if I trust you, that doesn’t mean I’ll trust any man around you.” I dipped my thumb between her folds, gathering her wetness before I swiped it over her clit again.
Giulia leaned back, bracing herself with her hands against my thighs, giving me better access and a beautiful view. Her smile turned teasing when my cock brushed her lower back. “Not such an old man after all, hmm?”
I circled my thumb faster, enjoying how Giulia’s hips moved, chasing my finger. I was in my early thirties, definitely not old, even if I’d felt it in the last few months and especially in comparison to Giulia. “I’ve got a lot to make up for.”
Curiosity flickered in her gaze, making me regret my words. “Blow me,” I ordered before she could ask. She cocked an eyebrow, her mouth pursing in mock indignation. Fuck, she was too goddamn lovely.
“Tell me something you like to do first. A hobby.”
“Apart from eating your pussy?”
She shook her head, opening her mouth for an undoubtedly insolent comeback, but I grabbed her by her thighs and flipped her around. She cried out in surprise, her breath hot on my cock and her ass propped up in front of me. I slapped her ass cheek in warning then bit down. Giulia jerked with a choked gasp.
“I make the rules in this house, honey, especially in this bed.”
A shiver worked its way down her spine. I massaged her ass, enjoying the sight of her arousal.
She gripped my cock and sucked me sharply into her mouth, causing me to twitch up with a groan. As unexpectedly as she’d sucked me, she released me. “Tell me one thing,” she demanded softly before she sucked me deeply into her mouth again.