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“Are you sure, Zoe?” Basil questions. He wanted to spend the rest of the weekend here at the condo with her.
“I’m sure, plus my building has security and visitors must have clearance from me before they will be let up to my apartment,” Zoe informs.
“What about Tahir?” I query, flipping the chicken one last time.
Yiorgos answers, “If he wants too, he can continue to stay at the condo. Honestly, I think it might be for the best once your parents return home. I was thinking about it earlier and if that Dutch asshole is out there, it might be best if you all continue with your daily routine. If all of you suddenly disappear then it might alert him that Tahir is back. Zoe, I know you said your apartment building has security, but Basil will pick out some of our men for a security detail.”
I thought Zoe was going to put up a fight about the security detail, but she simply said, “That’s fine. As long as they keep their distance like the ones earlier today, I’m okay with it.”
With it settled that we would be going home tomorrow, Zoe finished cutting up the rest of the salad and placed everything in a large salad bowl, then put the garlic bread in the oven. Once the chicken was done, I sliced each breast into nice sized thin strips. I was surprised to see Yiorgos and Basil set the table with salad bowls, forks, knives, and napkins. When the garlic bread was ready, Zoe loaded them on a platter and set it on the table. I refilled our wine glasses, then sat in the chair next to Yiorgos.
The salad bowl, platters of chicken and garlic bread was passed around as our conversation turned to exchanging stories of when we were younger. I know Yiorgos and Basil were only telling us the good side of their childhood. I’m sure they had wild stories of growing up in a mafia family that could be a bestselling novel, but I would wait until Yiorgos, and I are alone to dig deeper into dark side of their family.
Stuffed, we sat around the table discussing how they would help me with repairing the bookstore. I was very appreciative they would be there for me, especially Yiorgos and Basil. Zoe has been there with me from the start, but to know those two were willing to put their suits aside and get dirty with us meant a lot.
Deciding we would all meet back here for breakfast in the morning, Zoe and Basil left. Before leaving, I hugged Zoe and told her to be back here early to help me with breakfast. She laughed, agreeing but she said to make sure I call momma and tell her. Zoe knew momma would take over cooking as she always did whether it was at my apartment or Zoe’s.
While Yiorgos walked them to the door, I began to clear the table. When he returned, I was loading the dishwasher.
“Deanna, leave that. We have a cleaning service who takes care of all of that,” he says, taking the salad bowl out of my hand.
“I’m sure you do, but I was raised to clean up behind myself. I’m almost done anyway,” I state, taking the bowl back from him, then putting it too in the dishwasher.
“You know, that’s one of the things I love about you,” Yiorgos admits, handing me a platter.
Loading the platter inside with the rest of the dishes, I ask, “Oh, really and what is that?”
“That you are so self-sufficient. You want to do things on your terms, and I get it. I’m the same way but now that I have you, I must remember that it’s not only just about me in some of the decisions I make. If this is going to work between us, then you need to understand I am the man in this relationship.”
I begin to argue, but Yiorgos raises his hand, cutting me off.
“Kitten, please don’t take offence to what I said. My words were never to make you feel like I am above you, what I’m saying, is by being the man in our relationship is I will always protect, love, and ensure all your needs are met. Not by the men I employ but by me. I would never try to make you feel inferior to me. You are my woman and if I have a cleaning staff who comes in to make things lighter on you, then please accept it. It’s not to take away from how you were raised but to only to make it easier for you. That is all.”
Whatever argument I had in me drifted away. Like I said before, Yiorgos reminds me of the men in the books I read. The only difference is I have my real-life fantasy man standing in front of me, in the flesh causing my lady parts to go haywire.
Closing the dishwasher door, Yiorgos takes my hand in his. “Come, let’s take a shower, then I want to spend the rest of night with you wrapped in my arms. We haven’t experienced that yet and I very much would love to. I want you to tell me about all your dreams, your aspirations and I will tell you mine. It’s not just about the physical attraction, Deanna. I put that ring on your finger because I want forever with you.”
Yiorgos leads me to the master bedroom. He releases my hand and goes into the ensuite to start the shower. I quickly throw off the clothes I put on earlier after going shopping, leaving me in a bra and panty set. When Yiorgos returns in only his boxer, I stand there in awe of his sculpted body. Yiorgos never disclosed if he worked out, but his sight muscular body said he definitely did.
His eyes seemed to darken as they roam over my body. “You won’t need those in the shower,” he says in a husky tone.
I hesitate but begin to remove the only two articles of clothing that kept me from being completely naked. Yiorgos’ hungry eyes watch me. As I stand before him in my birthday suit, Yiorgos lowers his boxers, letting his erect, swollen manhood spring free.
My feet are on auto pilot as they guide me to him. Once before him, Yiorgos locks his mighty arms around me. “Tonight, is not about being sexual. I want us to be comfortable in the presence of one another. What better way than being naked in front of each other?”
Yiorgos turns me lose to grab my hand again, then guides us to the bathroom. Steam flows from over the top of the glass shower door. Yiorgos opens it, helping me inside, then steps in behind me. I want to test his theory of not being physical tonight, so I grab the bar of soap and start to lather the washcloth. Yiorgos squirts some shower gel on his towel before softly running the soapy cloth over my back. Although my body is starting to waver from his actions, I pretend to let the soap clumsily fall from my hands. It hits the shower floor. I bend over, getting my hair completely wet as I make sure my voluptuous ass is on full display. I smile, hearing a low growl behind me. Rising, my once straight weave is now wavy as hangs down my back.
“Keep doing that and I’m going to give you what you want,” Yiorgos says behind me.
Spinning around, I let go of the soap and the towel, then skim my finger up his hard chest. Linking my arms around his neck, I bend my left knee and raise it up on his thigh. His hard dick throbs against my stomach.
As the water rolls down my face, I gaze into his eyes before kissing his soft lips. Yiorgos grips my knee as he kisses me back. His mustache and beard tickle my skin. Leaning back, I tell him, “Give me what I want, Yiorgos.”
The towel in his other hand falls to the floor as he reaches in between us, taking hold of his enormous member. As he slightly bends his knees, Yiorgos runs the enlarged head between my slit. My head falls back from the sensation as it encounters my swollen clit. He begins to nip and kiss my neck passionately as he continues teasing my clit, setting my body on fire before moving down to my opening.
When his lips leave my neck, I stare at him wantonly. There was no amusement in his eyes, just the look of a man who’s about to handle his business.
“As you wish,” he says before thrusting deep inside of me, stretching my slick walls. My head falls back again as my mouth opens but no sound comes out.
