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weather slipped off her shoulders like water, falling around her waist before dropping to pool at her heels. Viviana stepped out and over the forgotten dress without even looking back at it.
    Anton wasn’t looking at the dress anymore, either.
    “Vine …” he started to say, his voice husky and throat thick.
    Viviana didn’t pay him any mind.
    “What are you doing, baby?”
    Still, nothing.
    Fuck, she looked good. The olive tone of her skin melted in with those black stockings she wore, right up to the garter belt and clasps keeping the lace trim snug around her thighs. The black lace covering all the curves and edges of her sweetest spots hinted at sex and sin. Viviana’s hips swayed when she walked. A natural back and forth motion that always fucking mesmerized Anton like nothing else.
    She was sexy as hell.
    Anton yanked at the buttons of his dress shirt, pulling the offending clothing off and leaving it wherever in the heck it fell. The same thing happened to his socks, shoes, and belt. It didn’t matter that he was tired, too, and that they’d probably sleep their first day of vacation away. No, it didn’t matter a bit what with the way Viviana walked, and those stockings he wanted to pull down her mile-long legs with his teeth.
    “I want you,” Viviana said demurely.
    Something wicked twisted in Anton’s stomach, shooting straight down to his cock.
    “Here,” she added, her hand grazing the wall again. As Viviana passed a bathroom in the bottom floor hallway, she said, “There …”
    Jesus .
    “Vine, then you need to stop walking away from me.”
    She didn’t.
    Now, Anton just wanted to get a reaction out of his wife. If she could tease him, it was only fair. “I should have fucked you on the jet, Viviana. Join the club, and all that jazz.” There was no hiding the shiver crawling up Viviana’s spine. The little minx didn’t say a word, though. Still, he got a reaction. “Would you have liked that?”
    Viviana turned to glance over her shoulder, her heated brown eyes boring into Anton’s with a fire. Then, her thumbs hooked into the lace garter and the hem of her panties. Anton’s throaty growl stopped her from pulling the fabric down. She had also come to the end of the hallway.
    “Don’t,” Anton ordered. “I want to take those off myself.”
    The sexiest smile curved her sweet mouth. “With what?”
    “My teeth while I bury my fingers into that tight pussy of yours.”
    Viviana moaned low. The sound reverberated straight to Anton’s aching dick.
    “Oh, God.”
    “Oh, I’ll have you crying that out a dozen times over,” Anton murmured as he came to stand behind his wife.
    Skimming one hand over Viviana’s shoulder, he pulled the straps of her bra down at the same time his mouth landed at the junction of her shoulder. The heat of his breath washed over her skin as he kissed a path along the side of her neck, to the back, where he began ghosting down the middle of her spine.
    With every kiss, Anton could taste the sex already on her body. With every taste, Viviana’s skin bloomed with goosebumps. There was something he loved about the way she reacted to anything and everything he did. From her shivers to the way her breath picked up at the graze of his thumb along her hip.
    “Let’s start with here, baby.” Anton was down to his knees, kissing the dimples at her lower back. The faint smell of her sex was just a hint in the air. He planned on getting her smelling so damned good by the time he was done. “Right here in this hallway, against this wall.”
    “Fuck.”
    “That’s the plan, Vine.”
    Viviana sighed when Anton’s teeth caught the hem of her garter. He took his time dragging the flimsy fabric down before snapping the plastic clips attached to the stockings. Anton let the garter fall to her feet, enjoying the view of his wife’s perfect ass covered in black lace.
    “It’s not the same, you know,” Viviana said quietly.
    Anton hummed a sound as he tugged down her