“Not God, baby. Daddy,” I growl, low and hungry, flattening my tongue and licking her from asshole to clit over and over.
My phone goes off again.
“Raf, you?—”
“Ignore it!
She slides her hand down her body, impatient for her climax.
“Uh, uh, uh. Don’t even think about it, angel,” I tell her, batting it away.
“I’m no angel, Daddy. So keep up,” she chides.
“Such a little fucking devil,” I say before I latch onto her inner thigh and suck hard, edging her even more by denying her the orgasm that was cresting. I kiss the spot, then all the way up her inner thigh until I find her pretty pink pussy once more.Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me,I think as I dart my tongue out and swirl her it around her clit with even, measured strokes. Teasing her. Tasting her. Driving her to the edge of ecstasy. Just where I want her before I let her shatter.
And my fucking phone goes off again!
“Fuuuccckkk me!” I shout, reaching over to silence it but not before checking the caller ID so I know who I need to yell at later.
Sophiaflashes on the screen. This feels like déjà vu, except reversed. It’s also not her usual MO, and seeing as we’re in the middle of the trial against Arty, I answer.
“This better be good. I’m in the middle of eating my breakfast.”
“Well I suggest you hurry up and finish it because Ms. Damiano has cold feet,” Sophia says on the other end. “She doesn’t want to take the stand. I don’t know what or who has gotten to her, but we need to fix this. Our case hinges on her evidence.”
“Goddammit,” I say, sitting back on my haunches and pinching the bridge of my nose. There’s no chance of me finishing my breakfast now.
“I’ll meet you at the office in forty-five minutes. We need to speak to her in-person before court.”
By the time I hang up, Chiara has readjusted her underwear and rises to her knees so we’re face-to-face.
She runs her hands down my chest comfortingly. “Is everything okay?”
It’s not, but I don’t want to worry her with it.
“I’m sure it will be. One of the victims due to take the stand today has gotten cold feet. She has one of the strongest cases, with DNA evidence. So we really need her to take the stand.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I know how hard you and Sophia have been working this case.”
I lean my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to finish what we started.”
“It’s so fine, baby. It just means dessert will taste even sweeter tonight,” she says with a wink.
“I’m already counting down the hours,” I admit, wrapping her up and taking her down to the mattress for one more kiss and cuddle.
I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, and she runs her fingers through my hair. I inhale and exhale deeply. Every well-laid plan could go to shit today, but I won’t know what I’m dealing with until I get to the office.
“I’ll drop you off at Johnny’s on my way. Just let Avery know to go straight there and wait until you’re done so he can bring you home or take you wherever you need to go.”
She tugs on my hair to bring my eyes to hers.
“Raf, Alessandro has given up. There have been no jack-in-the-box moments in months.”
“I don’t give a shit,” I say, going in to nip at her lip. “I’m not easily contactable when I’m in court, so I have better peace of mind knowing someone who can protect you is there.”
She still doesn’t know it was him on the burner phone, and even though she asks regularly for an update on Marco’s case, as one of Sophia’s bridesmaids, she’s been more preoccupied with all things wedding prep these days, and I wonder for the millionth time if she regrets our courthouse wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am wedding.
“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but it kinda sounds as though you might like your fake wife a lot,” she teases, and I wish I could tell her just how much. But if I took away her chance of a dream wedding, I need to get the part where I tell her I love her the right way.
