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Fishing the fob out of my pocket, I hold it up to the panel and in the next second the hidden metal doors slide open, revealing the elevator. “Come on.” I drag Ocean inside, pushing the buttonfor the top floor and looking down when I sense her hesitancy. “What’s wrong?”
She swallows, making my eyes drop to her delicate neck. I want to bite it. Leave my mark all over her soft, flawless skin so every knows she is owned. “Why aren’t we using the main entrance?” Vulnerability flashes in her blue orbs and I know what she is saying without saying it.
Pushing her against the wall, I cage her in with my arms. “Tesoro, I am not hiding you, nor am I embarrassed about being seen with you, if that is what you are thinking; so get those thoughts out of your head. I just want privacy. I am a very…” I trail off wondering how to word what I say next. “I am a very rich and powerful man. If I walk through the restaurant, people will want to speak with me. I don’t want to have to engage with anyone but you. I want to spend this time with you and onlyyou, with no one interrupting us. I want you all to myself.” I growl, nipping at her jaw.
Her eyes flutter closed, before they snap back open. A breathtaking smile curves her lips and I know she likes my answer. It’s confirmed when she pushes up on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. My cock jerks in my slacks at her initiating something – even if it is only a quick peck of her lips. She has never instigated anything that has happened between us thus far. She is still shy and unsure when it comes to matters of sex, and I have noticed that she is mostly content for me to take the lead. It suits me. I like dominating her, showing her what I like. “Okay.” She whispers.
“Okay,” I repeat, eyes narrowing just as the elevator comes to a stop. The doors open, leading out to marble floors, expensive fixtures, and a small table set up for two. Beppe, our server for this evening, stands, waiting for us with a smile on his face. Being he is one of our longest-serving staff members, and he values discretion, he was my first choice for this evening.
I search Ocean’s face, waiting for her reaction to what she sees. Her wide eyes light up like the fourth of July, her pouty lips parted as she takes everything in. She likes what she is seeing. Satisfaction rumbles in my chest. Suddenly I get the urge to take her places and do things for her repeatedly, just to see her smile like she is right now.
“You did this for me?” I hear the incredulity in her voice, it’s as if she can’t believe that someone would go to such lengths for her.
“Yes,” I say, taking her hand and stepping out. “And for your reaction alone it was worth it.” I move us towards the table where Beppe is pulling out a chair.
Glancing at me, he straightens, greeting me. “Mr. Marchetti.”
“Beppe,” I reply, helping Ocean into her seat. By the time I am done, Beppe has pulled out my own chair and I drop down into it.
“Can I start you both off with some drinks?” he asks.
“Yes. Cristal. Two glasses.” I don’t see his reaction because I am staring at my girl, but I hear his retreating footsteps and know he is going to get what I asked for.
Ocean smirks. “You are really spoiling me tonight, Nico. I don’t know how I’m going to go back to my boring life after this.”
Irritation slithers through me that she is even thinking about when we end - because we won’t. Not now. Not ever. - and I pin her with a dark look. “You won’t. I already told you that you are mine, Ocean. And I look after what’s mine.”
She eyes me for a long beat, no doubt trying to find any hint of a lie in my words. She won’t. I mean them. No matter what happens, or what plans my papà has in store for me, I mean every single word.
Clearing her throat, she smiles softly, and changes the subject. “What’s good to eat.”
Grinning, I wave her off. “I have the chef preparing several dishes for us. They are all exceptionally good and I promise you will love them.” Her gaze drops, cheeks turning a lovely pink hue. Reaching over, I take a lock of her blonde hair, wrapping it around my finger. I lean in, my mouth dropping to her ear. Her breath hitches and I feel rather than see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. “Tonight is going to be an experience for both of us. There is nothing more erotic than watching a beautiful woman enjoy good food. And when we are done and Beppe brings out dessert, I am going to lay you out on the table, shove up your dress and eat my dessert – if you haven’t guessed already, that will be your cunt - as you eat your tiramisu. You will watch me as I watch you.”
“But I’m sore,” she whispers.
I grin against her ear, knowing that would be her reply. “It will not hurt, baby. I am going to make you feel all better. I promise.”
Pulling back, I look at her beautiful face enjoying the way her cheeks flush, chest heaves, and eyes dilate with pure lust. Pressing a kiss to her lips, I lean back in my seat just as Beppe arrives with the champagne.
Tonight, I am going to take us both to new heights.
Heights neither of us will ever come down from.
Chapter 24
Ocean
Ican’t help the big smile on my face or the way my mouth waters as our server, Beppe, strolls back into the room carrying a large round tray of food. Stepping up to the table, he starts placing dish after dish of delicious-looking carb goodness down on the table.
“Enjoy your dinner.” He smiles when he places the last plate down before quickly disappearing and giving us our privacy. I watch as he leaves only for my eyes to snap to Nico when his hand grips my chin, pulling my gaze to his.
“Eyes on me. You will not look at another man. Only me.” he growls.
I laugh, feeling a little drunk on the champagne, and a whole lot intoxicated just from being in Nico’s company. He makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before. He makes me feel… alive. Like I could take on the world. It’s a dangerous feeling. One I could quite easily become addicted to. Not that I will ever admit that to him. I don’t want to further inflate his already very inflated ego.
“Eat,” he commands, releasing his grip on me and jerking his head to the dishes.
I bite back a retort. There is no point in arguing with him. He is bossy, arrogant, demanding… but I like it. More than I should. Picking up my fork, I look over the food, before taking a little off each plate and loading it onto mine.
