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"That’s it? No arguing with me on this?"
She shakes her head.
"If all it takes to quiet you is to feed you my dick, I would’ve done it a long time ago."
She flushes, then brushes past me.
I catch her wrist. "Hey,” I murmur, “that’s a joke."
She hesitates, then nods. "I know."
I pull her to me, then wrap my arm around her. "Are you really okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?"
"It was uncomfortable in the beginning, but you were right. Once I got past that, it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It probably didn’t hurt that you didn’t let me come the last few times." She shuffles her feet.
"If it’s any consolation, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, as well." I cup her cheek. "It’s going to get complicated between us, you know that, right?"
She blows out a breath. "I know," she whispers. She holds my gaze for a few seconds more, then drops it. "Uh, I need to go to the bathroom and clean up a little, before eating."
"So do I." I grab the soiled napkins, lead her toward the ladies' room, then walk into the gents’ to wash up. I walk out a few seconds later, turn toward the table, then hesitate. I lean a shoulder against the wall and pull out my phone as I wait for her.
There’s a message from Michael. "This trip had better be worth it."
I wince. The title of Don has never fit anyone better. Even if he hadn’t been born the oldest, he was made for this life. As was Luca. Then there’s Massimo, who’s never wanted anything else. Xander was the artist… If he had lived, I’ve no doubt, he’d have broken quite a few of the Mafia rules. Both with his profession and his sexuality. Axel came close to separating himself from the Mafia, considering he’s Xander and Christian’s triplet, who was not only united with us later, but also turned out to be an undercover cop—now retired. Christian… Well, he seems content with the life, and now he’s married, so he’s not going to take any risks. Also, he’s loyal to Michael. Which leaves Adrian who, while easygoing, should not be underestimated. Although, so far, he hasn’t ever said he wants something other than the Mafia life. And me? This opportunity with JJ Kane and Trinity enterprises is the closest I’ve come to realizing my ambition of making a life beyond the Mafia tradition.
Which still leaves me now married, with a wife and a kid to care for.Cazzo, how did things change so quickly?
The door to the ladies’ room opens and Elsa steps out. I straighten, and she seems surprised to see me. "You didn’t have to wait for me. I could have found my own way back to the table, you know."
"Not when you’re with me."
She flushes, her expression somewhere between being delighted and surprised. I escort her back to the table just as the men file in.
Antonio nods in my direction, then they take their seats at diagonal ends of the restaurant, near the windows. That way, they can keep track of what’s happening outside, as well.
As if it’s a signal, the owner bustles in with baskets of bread. He glances between us. "Ready to order?"
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Elsa
"That was delicious." I pat my mouth with my napkin. "The pasta was incredible, and the gelato was to-die-for."
"And you ate your pasta in the right way, too." Seb smirks.
"You seem surprised." I raise an eyebrow.
"You’d be amazed at the number of people who get it wrong," he scoffs.
"My mother taught me never to use a knife to cut pasta. She made it clear it must be eaten with a fork. The strands need to be rolled around the tines before being scooped up."
"Your mom was right." His lips kick up. "Are your parents in London?"
"My mother is; my father died when I was very young."
"I’m sorry," he murmurs.
"It was a long time ago." I place the napkin on the table. "My mother loved cooking all kinds of food, but especially Italian food. Probably because it was the easiest to make, considering she had to work and bring me up all on her own."
