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He presses my shoulders until I sit back.
“You never have to pleasure me in return for what I do for you. You don’t have to give me a blow job or let me fuck you to make amends after a punishment. What I give, I give freely. When a spanking is over, it’s over. All is right again when you let me hold you.”
How is he so perfect?
How the fuck did we get from running into each other last night outside a movie to me sitting on his lap after he just spanked me, fingered me, and went down on me? Why doesn’t any of this seem shocking? It feels absolutely normal.
Since I don’t know what to say, and he doesn’t seem in a rush to carry the conversation further, we sit in companionable silence. I’m still on his lap with my head on his shoulder. He’s still got his arms draped around me. There’s still some rush hour traffic, so it takes a while to get to my place. When the car stops, I realize I’d dozed off for a few minutes. God, I hope I didn’t drool. I climb off Lorenzo’s lap and straighten my clothes. I look for my thong, but he grins and pats his suit coat pocket. He’s keeping it.
Just like on the way to the car, he holds my hand after the driver passes him my work bag. He holds the elevator door open with his free hand at my lower back. We’re not the only ones on the elevator, so he shifts to stand behind me. His arm slides around my waist, and I love it. It feels like we’ve been a couple for years not two people who haven’t even had their first actual date.
As we step off on the fifth floor, I think about the view outside my living room window. It looks directly at the building across the street from me. I bet Lorenzo has a penthouse with views all the way to Jersey or even Connecticut. I bet my place is a shoebox compared to his. I’m not embarrassed, but it’s a stark reminder that we come from very different worlds.
I slip my key into the lock and open the door. He’s still carrying my bag, so he puts it down on the entryway table where I point. I hang up my purse on the hook above it. He slips off his suit coat and hangs it beside my purse. It feels so domestic.
“Would you like me to make you dinner?”
I think about the pasta I have that would be easy and quick. Wonderful. Marinara out of a jar. I’m certain his mother makes it from scratch with a recipe twenty generations old. What else do I have that I can make? I didn’t get any meat out to defrost since I didn’t think I’d be having dinner here. Turkey sandwiches, anyone?
“Let’s order whatever you want. Or we can still go out. I assumed you’d want to go home. I didn’t ask,piccolina.”
“I don’t mind going out.”
He puts his hands on my hips and gazes down at me.
“Don’t do what you think I want. What you want matters just as much. Are you tired and wanting to stay in? Or do you want a distraction and to go out?”
“You’re a distraction no matter where we are.”
That just tumbled out of my mouth, but it makes him smile. He’s handsome to begin with, but when he smiles, he’d soak my panties if I still had any on.
I think for a moment before making a suggestion.
“Can we do Thai?”
“Of course. Do you like it spicy?”
“A little less than medium. You?”
“The hotter the better usually.”
He must have an iron stomach. He pulls out his phone and taps on a food delivery app. It only takes a moment for us to order. I open a bottle of wine, cringing that it probably isn’t anywhere near what he’s used to. But he sips it with a smile.
“I’m going to take my suit off. I’ll be right back.”
I head into my bedroom, and I’m tempted to leave the door open. As clear an invitation as any. But not yet. Let’s get through this date. I pull on jeans and a nice shirt before heading back to the living room.
“You look beautiful no matter what you wear,piccolina.”
He leans forward and kisses just behind my ear. Last night, I wore a dress with cowboy boots. Earlier, I had on a suit with two-inch heels. Now I have jeans and pull-on shirt with bare feet. He was in a suit last night and one tonight. Does he own casual clothes? Then again, Matteo had on one too. I guess they’re just very formal. They’re definitely suave.
He follows me to the sofa, and I pick up the remote.
“Would you like to watch a movie?”
“Sure. We saw an action movie last night. Is that what you like?”
“Yeah. I suggested it to Laura, and it didn’t take much to convince Christina. We all like them. But I could go for a comedy or suspense.”
