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“I’m not saying you’re wrong.” I reach out and close my fingers on the edge of the counter, a strong wave of déjà vu hitting me.
Dad’s little businesses, getting tangled with some scam artists that Diego introduced him to, got him into. This came out when his little empire collapsed like a house of cards when a little old lady accused the company of bilking her out of her savings. She got it back, Dad never went to prison, and blame was placed at Diego’s feet, but . . . déjà vu.
And even then, I couldn’t see Diego doing that.
He’s never been the lying sort, the oily sort. He’s charming when he wants to be, yes, but aligning with people I now know Diego would’ve seen as cowards, even then, is an alien concept.
He might be mafia, but . . . I don’t know . . . he talks of these people with their strong moral code, of family, like blood family.
That’s Diego. Walk on the dark side, perhaps, but walk proudly and honestly.
I remember thinking then it wasn’t right, and then the note and what Dad said.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
“No,” I look at him, “just thinking. Why would he risk that? By hiring them?”
“To control what real criminal activity goes on. And it takes management, leaders who aren’t seen as anything other than upstanding. Then you can pull strings, orchestrate, manipulate.”
Another blast of déjà vu.
“It’s just a working theory,” he says. Then he looks down at my feet. “Love the socks, by the way.”
* * *
Because he claims it’s too late to do anything tonight, he insists on cooking dinner, and we end up having sex again, on the kitchen counter. My legs wrapped around his waist, panties pulled aside as I ride the hell out of his huge cock.
He doesn’t mention my ass again, but all through dinner where we talk and laugh about old memories, and nothing much at all, little thrills pass through me. I’ve never had anal and . . . I think . . . I think I want to with him.
I want to believe I belong to him while I can.
Later, I ask, “Coming to bed or . . .”
“I’m not’ leaving. But I do need to get some work going for tomorrow. Your computer?”
I grab the laptop and give him the password.
“I don’t know how long you were there tonight, but Riff mentioned he was going to make more money so I wouldn’t have to work. I figured it was his investments in the Gary Group. But, Diego, in the past few months, he started making more money than ever, and that’s when the troubles with Jay really started.”
“I’m looking into everything, okay?”
I nod and he takes my hand pulling me down to tumble on his lap. Diego feathers his mouth over mine. The kiss is slow and dreamy, and it makes my entire being boneless.
He slides a hand between my legs and into my panties to slowly thrust into my wetness.
I sigh and roll my hips as he kisses me again, a little harder and longer this time. It’s a tease, not designed to have me come, just to rile and stroke. It’s frustrating, soothing, and something I could get used to.
When he stops, he rests his hand on my thigh. The beat of his heart is wild as I rest my head against his chest.
“Any more of that,” he says, stroking wet streaks onto my inner thigh, “and I won’t be stopping. I gotta get on this shit because—”
“You have to go home.”
“Yeah. But not until I make this safe.” He pauses. “I’ll be up when I can.”
There are so many things I want to say, things I keep to myself, things like begging him to stay, asking for every detail of his life. Of demanding a place, a real one, like I think part of him wants too.
But instead, I get up and go to bed. I fall asleep before he comes in.
