Part 35 (1/2)

Chapter Twenty.

”This is so cool, Dilorenzo!” Trixie grinned as she opened the double doors leading to the balcony of a New England house overlooking the ocean.

”I like it too, baby.” Vincent embraced her from behind, nuzzling her neck. ”So should this be the first married Dilorenzo house or what?”

Trixie turned in his arms and kissed him, rubbing her cheek against his bearded face. ”I say we go for it, stud.”

”And we can always get that summer home on the Algarve.”

Trixie purred, pus.h.i.+ng Vincent back into the house, one hand grabbing the bulge in his jeans, the other caressing the hair at his nape.

”Um, excuse me.” The real estate agent cleared her throat and tried not to appear ruffled by the couple's love play. Trixie grinned. Most mortals were so uptight.

”Yo, we'll take it.” Vincent said.

”You want the house?” The agent looked pleased.

”Sure. There's a big backyard. Great for a trampoline.”

”Are you acrobats?” asked the agent.

”The best there is.” Vincent winked at Trixie who elbowed him in the stomach.

”Do you think my husband and I could have a few moments alone to discuss some details?” Trixie asked.

”Of course. I'll be downstairs in the kitchen.” The agent left.

Vincent dragged Trixie into his arms, his tongue searching her mouth.

”Oh, Vinnie, I love this house,” Trixie said between kisses. She sank her fangs into his lower lip, and they both groaned with desire.