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“I can’t stay,” I gasp, as his hand delicately brushes my crotch.
“Then just a taste, “ he urges.
I smile back, but then my nerves return. “It’s just, well—It’s just I’ve never done this—” my mind goes blank.Am I really going to say this?“I’ve never done it—” and I look around the room.
“I’ve never done it in my office either,” he laughs and gets up off the couch. He pulls me up with him. Brings me against his body so that I can feel his hard erection at my back. “Just relax,” he whispers.
His hands continue to explore my body, roving up and down with firm squeezes, cupping me here and there. He takes a breast in his hand and begins rolling my nipple between his fingers again as his other hand slides up my dress and beneath my panties. I can feel how wet I am, and by his satisfied intake of breath, he can feel it too. He begins rolling soft circles around my clit. It immediately swells and hardens and I buckle at the hips. I groan involuntarily and he catches me. The only thing holding me up is his firm arm wrapped around my body, his hand circling my clit, and his rigid cock at my back.
“Ohhhh,” I shudder and begin to orgasm immediately. He pulls me harder against him and continues rubbing my clit. I orgasm harder, the blood races through my body intensely and pulses into my sex. I feel him breathing hard against my neck. We’re both gasping as I climax.
Being a fashion designer is the furthest thing from my mind. I think of nothing else other than how good this is. Howrightit feels. This night will be with me forever.
Chapter 4
Luca
Thescentofhercoconut shampoo still lingers in my mind. I can’t believe it. I’m still wanting to smell it, that’s the craziest part. Normally I hook up with a woman and that’s it, I move on. Butshe’sstill on my mind. Maybe it’s because she was the one that called it off first. Maybe it’s because she hasn’t been accepted on the chat app I told her to get?
I shake my head and try to push it from my mind. Try to bat away the delicate face that has been haunting my mind since she left, this isn’t the time or place to be distracted. We’re looking out over my father’s personal gardens and dock from his personal window. South Beach is in the distance and we've got the window open. The gulls squawk as they eat and I can hear the waves lapping against the reef. It’s beautiful. Except for the part where I’m being told off.
“And you’re not even listening,” my father says. “What’d I just say?”
I look back from the window. “I missed that sorry.”
He rolls his eyes. “Probably drinking too much of my rum and enjoying too many of those women I tell you not to go after,” he says, sitting heavily into his chair. “When are you gonna take this seriously?” he asks, looking me in the eye.
“Excuse me?” I say. My blood rages. My heart pisses adrenaline and I go from being tired and daydreaming of a goddess to my heart hammering. “Seriously?” I snap. “I just closed one of our biggest dealsever. I did it right in front of a thousand people and we made more money in one night than we did in the final quarter of last year.” I can’t believe my father has just said this to me. “You know I take the family seriously.”
But my father grins, then shakes his head again. But it’s not a good grin. It’s a sad one. “You take business seriously. But the family? The Colombinos? We’re just another achievement for you.”
A slap to my face. “What the hell does that mean? You know I want to lead us. You know I want to be Don. You know—”
“I know you want the title ofDon,” my father says. “Butbeinga Don, being aleader, is more than being a bean counter.”
I crack my knuckles in silence and stand, just to do something. I obviously can’t hit my father. Anyone else and I would have. My head is pounding and the anger surging in me isn’t really anger, but confusion. I go to the window. I smell coconuts and watch the palms, but it’s too late for the calming face of Sophie. “What the hell do you want from me? I’ve given my life to this family. I’ve given my life to these ventures and businesses we use to ferry our goods. I’ve built more and made more. We’re more successful now than ever. Wearethe biggest family in Miami. All of Florida, for that matter. But it’s not enough?” I’m standing over him, fists swinging at my sides as I pace away. I’m livid. But as far as my father is concerned, I’m probably just having a tantrum.
“Is that all?” he asks.
I slump down into my seat again, wishing that I had a drink with me. “I can keep going, but I know it won't get me anywhere.”
“Anger never gets you anywhere,” he says. “You know that already.”
“But why?” I snap. “What have I done? I can't do more.”
“I don’t want you to do more,” he says quietly. “I want you to do less. Your mother wanted you to do less.”
“Oh, not that again,” I say, waving him off. My heart still skips a beat. Thinking of Ma is awful. It hurts my heart to think of her face. To think of how her life ended. To think of all the unsaid things I’d wished Ihadsaid. It’s been two years …
“Your mother was always better with you. We both know this,” he says, folding his hands in his lap. His thumbs begin to whir in small circles. “And maybe she could communicate what she wanted better than me.”
I snort.
“But despite all that, I am your father. I want you to do less and settle down. You're thirty-eight. You’re single—”
“You got no kids,” I finish for him. “I’ve heard it many times, Pop.” Deliberately calling him the name he hates.
His lip curls slightly, and a snarl flickers in place. “What is the family if it doesn’t continue?”
