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“Yeah, that was insane,” I agreed. I felt like I’d been running all my shift. Even Salvatore had hopped up to help here and there—clearing tables and wiping down the surfaces so new guests could sit down, or fetching some condiments or drink refills. “But I made great tips, so I can’t complain too much.”
“You shouldn’t have to work so hard.”
“It’s not so bad. I mean, yeah, it is going to get a lot harder when school starts, but I will manage.”
“When school starts,” Salvatore repeated, face going a little dark. “Seven to almost three. Then you have to go into work at five or six until two or three in the morning.”
“Yeah, it’s a lot,” I agreed. “But I don’t work every night at the diner.”
“I’m never going to see you,” Salvatore said, mostly to himself.
“Hey,” I said, feeling my heart squeeze in my chest at the hint of disappointment and sadness in his voice. “We will find some time,” I assured him, reaching over to pull the book out of his hands, and placing it down on the table, then climbing up to straddle him.
We hadn’t exactly talked about what was clearly a budding relationship. We were both more than old enough to actually sit down and have a grown-up conversation about what was going on. I imagined we would do that eventually. It just never felt like the right time to have that talk. And I was enjoying what was going on with us too much to force that discussion.
But, clearly, things were heading in a serious direction for us.
Did I stop to give that the serious thought that getting involved with a member of the mafia probably might mean?
No. No, I did not.
Because just this once, I was going to do what felt good, not what I had spent endless hours analyzing and deciding was right or wrong.
Lord knows I’d earned a little fun, a bit of happiness.
Even if it ended up being short-lived.
“Yeah?” Salvatore asked, his hands sinking into my hips. “What should we do with that time we find?” he asked, shooting me a smirk.
“Oh, I bet we can think of something,” I said, leaning forward and sealing my lips to his.
I really did need to get to work.
But just this once, I didn’t give a damn if I was going to be late, if someone was going to see my flushed face and dreamy eyes.
It wasn’t long before Salvatore had my dress unbuttoned and my breasts exposed as I lifted up to slide off my panties.
“Take me in,” Salvatore groaned as his hand fisted his cock, waiting for me to lift up, then slide down his hard length. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he hissed as I settled deep, my walls tightening around him.
He did too.
Always.
It didn’t matter how many times we’d done this—and we were like horny teenagers who’d just discovered sex—it was always exciting and intense and just… right.
It felt right.
Maybe that was cheesy to admit, but that was how it felt.
“Baby, ride me,” Salvatore ground out as his hips thrust up into me once, giving me all the encouragement I needed.
I started slow and almost gentle, but it wasn’t long before the need for release grew until I was riding him hard and fast.
“Lean back,” Salvatore demanded as I felt his knees coming up behind me for support.
Following instructions, I felt his cock start to rub against my top wall, engaging my G-spot even as his hand went between us, his thumb working my clit as he started to grind up into me as my hips did circles.
“Fuck, yeah, squeeze my cock just like that,” he demanded, voice rough, as the orgasm tore violently through my system, making me fold forward, not trusting my own legs.
