Her eyes immediately averted, like she wasn’t ready to let go of her rage.
“We went to a couple bars, women hit on me, but I was quiet and rude until they finally gave up. It was a long, boring night. All I did was sit there and check my watch to see how much longer I had to suffer before going home to my woman. Just a month ago, I was doing thatsort of thing several times a week, and now it feels like ancient history.”
She still wouldn’t look at me, but her breathing was still deep, like the adrenaline continued to be potent in her blood.
“I’ve got to get downstairs before your father loses his shit.” I walked back to her and grabbed her face with my hands. “I’ll see you at home later.” I gave her a quick kiss then moved away to leave.
But she grabbed me by the front of the shirt and tugged me back until her lips landed on mine. She kissed me as she cupped the back of my head, her other hand palming my chest, kissing me so fucking hard.
I was all over her, hooking my arm around the small of her back and pulling her in tightly, my hand diving into her curtain of dark hair, pushing her up against the desk and not giving a damn who walked in—even her father.
She finally let me go.
I couldn’t control the smirk that crept over my mouth, the way I had this woman in the palm of my hand, just the way she had me hooked around her finger. “Is this still going too fast?”
Her eyes turned angry but in a playful way, knowing full well I was mocking her for what she’d said in the past.
I smacked her ass before I turned away. “Didn’t think so.”
22
WOLFE
Now that Lombardi was no longer interfering with our shipments, we were able to get the guns without an issue. But Don Mancini was paranoid as fuck about it, so he wanted us all there to make sure there weren’t any problems.
By the time we transported the shipment and put everything in the warehouse, it was evening.On my way.I didn’t want to sound like a sexist prick, but I hoped she made dinner that night. I wanted a home-cooked meal and lots and lots of pussy for dessert. It was a fucking tragedy that I hadn’t gotten to fuck her after that fight we’d had. My cheek was still red, so I could still feel the sting of her anger…and that turned me on quite a bit.
I left down the main road and made a big detour to reach her house from a different direction, approachingher dirt road discreetly then driving through the wild brush and cypress trees before I made it to her house. I’d started to park my Range Rover around the other side of the house just so it wasn’t visible from any of the roads. Never knew if someone might stop by unexpectedly.
Not that I really cared. Don Mancini seemed to like me at this point, and I kinda wanted to get caught so we could drop this charade. Some guys would like sneaking around under their boss’s nose, but I wasn’t into the forbidden, taboo trope.
I just wanted to be with my woman.
I let myself inside because her home had become my home in a lot of ways.
She came at me head on, picking up exactly where we’d left off in her office. She was a petite little thing, but when she wanted something, she moved like a bulldozer. She rose on her tiptoes and kissed me as she grabbed my face.
My hand went straight to her ass and squeezed her hard, feeling her bare skin and the skimpy material of her lacy thong. I moaned in her mouth when I snaked my other hand up her back and felt nothing but soft skin because she was nearly naked already.
She’d never taken the lead before, never made silentdemands with her authority, but she grabbed me and shoved me onto the couch.
My back hit the cushion and my knees spread.
She dropped to her knees on the rug, unbuttoned my jeans, and tugged on my zipper in a flash before she yanked my jeans and boxers down.
If I weren’t so hot in the moment, I would smile. I lifted my hips and helped her get my bottoms down over my knees and to my boots. I pulled my shirt over my head next and saw her drop her face into my lap and start kissing and licking my balls.
“Cristo…” A sea of hair was in my lap, and my hand fisted it as I took in a deep breath and watched her eat my dick like a breakfast buffet. She dragged her tongue up my length and then sheathed my cock in her warm mouth, her tongue like a slide in a water park.
It was only then that I realized she’d never done this before—and I hadn’t even noticed. I always wanted head from a woman right off the bat, but with her, it hadn’t even crossed my mind. It was how I liked to unwind after a long day, paying for a couple of women to take turns sucking my dick and fighting over who got to swallow the good stuff.
I rolled my head back, because damn, she was good at this.
She held my dick by the base and pushed her warm mouth down my length and then pulled it back up again, dragging her tongue perfectly along my vein when she came up for air. Over and over, she moved, pointing my head straight up so she could lock her eyes on me while she enjoyed my cock like an ice cream cone.
Jesus fucking Christ.
If she were one of my regulars, I would give her a million-euro tip.
