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He scoots closer and leans in, whispering in my ear. “No, and I’ll be sleeping all alone tonight.”
And there it is! He’s flipped the switch in me, and I’m ready for another night with him.
“And what if there was a possible chance of not being alone?” I whisper back.
“I’d say you’re the only one I want keeping me company.” His tongue licks my ear and it’s all systems go. I’m ready for another night with Dom.
“And what if I say your place?” I ask.
“And what if I say I’m in charge?” he counters, not answering my question.
“Then I’d say what the fuck are we waiting for?” And that’s how Dominic Torano worms his way back into my heart.
The long drive into the city is excruciating, his hand on my knee, squeezing or rubbing, the entire time. We don’t speak. The sexual tension in the car is more than enough for us both.
three
DOMINIC
The text is music to my ears.
Garner:Not home. Won’t be. Jeremiah is out of town for a wedding. The place is yours.
I briefly wonder why he’s not coming home. I’m sure it has everything to do with Kayla Peters. Too much drama with those two, but not my circus, not my monkeys.
“Everything okay?” Sandra asks as we take the elevator from the parking garage to the fourth floor.
Our place isn’t much. The business does well, but Chicago is expensive as fuck, and rooming with three police officers, Garner, his partner, Jeremiah Sharon, and another man on the force, it’s what they could afford. The fourth roommate is leaving at the end of the month, and we’ll have an extra room in case we want to rent it out.
“Yeah,” I grunt out, barely holding on to my manners.
As soon as we cross the threshold to the apartment, I spin her around, bringing her flush with my skin. Moving my hands to the back of her neck, locking her close to me, I begin with a lighttouch from my lips to hers. Sinful thoughts flood my mind as her taste reminds me of our previous night together.
The kiss moves from innocent to sensual, and her whimpers fill the air, making me hard enough to cut diamonds. She’s locking me in place, too, her hands landing on my ass. Kissing her is a dream, but it’s not enough.
Pulling back just enough, I drop kisses on her cheeks and down her shoulders, landing on her breasts, which are covered by a thin tank top and nothing else.
“I could kiss you all day, but my dick is yelling at me. He needs more, Rosso,” I say, barely able to get the words out. The moan that comes out as a yes has me picking her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist.
The couch is our destination, because I can’t think about anything besides being inside of her as soon as possible. I pull down those obscenely snug yoga pants and spread her legs wide. I can see not only how wet she is for me, but that her pussy is asking to be fucked.
“Have I mentioned this right here?” I touch her, swiping my finger through the lips of her pussy. “This is all glorious.” I love the close shave, and the bit of downy red hair that matches her head.
“Yeah?” she asks, taking in a deep breath as my finger enters her.
“Oh, yeah, Rosso. I love everything about your body. Your ass, which is nice and rounded. Your tits, which are made for a man’s hands, and your lips”—I kiss them again, with two fingers inside of her—“will look mighty good with my cock between them.”
But most of all, and I don’t voice this part, her heart. I see it in her interaction with her family, her love for her sister and how much she adores her nieces.
“I say what goes, you remember, right?” I don’t need a degree in psychology to recognize why I have this need to be in control. “I’m no Dom, baby, but things have made me the way I am.”
“Okay, but can I ask you just one thing?” Her smirk widens.
Oh, Lord, can’t wait to hear this, I think silently.
“Can you promise me many orgasms?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Oh, Rosso, many, so fucking many.” I’ve showed as much self-restraint as I can, with her naked from the waist down. “Off. That fucking tank can come off willingly, or I’ll tear it.”
