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Four Days Later
There is nothing I enjoy looking at more than an Italian man in a suit, unless that man is specifically my husband and the suit is specifically Armani. As much as I tease him about it, Sasha really was put on this earth to wear Giorgio's creations. A match made in heaven—or maybe hell.
Either way, Sasha in black-tie Armani makes my knees weak.
"You like it?" he asks, looking himself over in the mirror. The tux is brand new; we picked it up after alterations just this morning.
I come up behind him and look at his reflection. It gives me the advantage of being able to check him out from both back and front. "Baby, if we didn't have somewhere to be, I'd insist that we fuck immediately."
"You like it," he confirms with a smirk. "Alright. As long as you think I'll pass muster with Magda as well."
