Dante’s hands eagerly fumbled with the last few buttons of your tuxedo vest. He loved how good you looked but your tuxedo was a pain in the ass to get off. He pushed you on the bed, untucking your white shirt from your pants and running a hand up your back. He kissed your jawline as his other hand worked on unbuttoning the top buttons of your undershirt.

“Been waiting to do this all day.”

You could hear the obvious excitement in his voice and the way his lips smiled against your skin.