I backed away and pushed the door open, waiting for her to step inside before I followed her inside the suite. She squealed quietly when she saw the champagne and food. It was typical Suzy, but also a little Vivian too, and I couldn’t hide my happiness.

I sat down and stared at my wife, watching her fidget and not knowing what to do next. “I want to see your natural beauty. Strip for me.” She started to pull down the strap of her dress, but I stopped her. “In front of me,” I told her and pointed at the floor near my feet.

Leaning back, I didn’t take my eyes off her as she pulled down the straps of her dress. Slowly she removed the dress, swaying slightly, trying to be sexy with her stripper moves. They were pretty damn impressive for Suzy.

When her dress hit the ground, I crooked my finger, needing to touch her. She gave me an innocent smile as she stepped away from her dress wearing nothing but delicate black lace panties and a matching bra.

“Closer.”

She shuffled her feet across the carpeting, moving with more grace than usual. “You like this?” she asked, running her hand across her stomach. “You want a piece of this, big boy?”

I couldn’t stop the corner of my mouth from twitching. Even though Suzy had lost much of her innocence, her attempt at being a sexy, high-class prostitute didn’t fit, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. I loved the frisky side of my wife. She was stepping outside of the box and her comfort level, which wasn’t easy for her even if it was her fantasy.

I reached forward, tucking my fingers inside the waistband of her skimpy underwear and pulled her toward me. She crashed against me, and her breasts practically fell into my face as she stumbled forward. In one quick movement, the lace dissolved in my fingers and fell away from her body.

“I want all of you,” I growled softly in her ear.

She shivered and let out a small, deep moan. “Whatever pleases you.”

I grabbed her around the waist and easily lifted her into the air. Her lips smashed down on mine as I carried her toward the bed, and she slid her tongue against mine. I dug my fingertips into her skin, wanting more than I could get in this position and swallowing her needy groans as our tongues worked together feverishly.

Leaning forward, I placed her gently on the bed and tried to pull my lips away from hers. Her arms slid across my shoulders, locking behind my head and holding me to her.

“Baby, I wanna taste you,” I murmured against her lips.

“I need your mouth,” she replied, tightening her hold.

“My mouth needs your sweet, greedy pussy.”

With those words, she released her grip and spread her legs, relaxing into the mattress. Starting at the swell of her breasts, I kissed a path down to her stomach and paused just long enough to savor her scent and softness before I settled between her legs to feast.

“Dad.”

Damn kids. Even when they were away, they found a way to creep back into my mind.

“Dad!” The voice grew louder.

I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to clear my head of the little monsters.

“Dad!”

A slap to my face by tiny little hands woke me in a hurry. I blinked, confused for a moment. I was just at a hotel with Suzy, or Vivian, and now I was in my bedroom with Gigi standing above me, her hands on her hips just like her aunt Izzy.

“Are you drunk or something?” she asked and rolled her eyes.

“What time is it?” I pulled the covers over my head and groaned, trying to adjust the wood I knew I was sporting.

“It’s seven.”

“Gigi, it’s so early. Come on, kid.”

She peeled the covers away from my face and scowled. “I have to be at the school for my class trip in ten minutes and mom’s still making breakfast.”

My ass flew out of the bed like the police were coming. I had dreamed the entire thing. Gigi hadn’t even left for her trip yet, but I knew exactly where I was taking Suzy tonight.

“I’ll meet you in the car in three.”

She turned on her heel and marched toward the bedroom door. “Okay, old man. If you can move that fast.”

I took a deep breath, trying not to shoot off my mouth at the kid. She was exactly like Izzy. It would be a miracle if I didn’t age prematurely or end up in prison within the next few years. The boys were already calling, and one of them was bound to do something, like try to kiss her, and I’d be taking a ride in the back of a police cruiser.

I saw it as vividly as the dream. Gigi Gallo wasn’t going to make my life easy, and someone was going to have hell to pay.