“She’s incredible.”
“You know he sees this whore on the side. He doesn’t even try to hide it either. It makes me fucking sick. You don’t have a woman like Ma at home and go off and fuck young girls. I’d never do that to you, G. I want you to know that. I’d never embarrass you like my old man does to Ma.”
Unlike most of the men he knew, Angelo was the faithful kind. “I know you wouldn’t. Because I’d cut your fucking dick off so you could never do it again.”
He shook his head, laughing. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?”
“I’d have to be to date you,” I countered.
“Don’t be a smart ass, woman.” He hooked his arm around me and pulled me into his chest, cradling me. Angelo smelled of his aftershave, my favorite scent in the entire world.
“I’m joking.” I brushed my lips against his and tasted wine. He smelled so good I stuck my tongue out to taste him, and he parted his lips for me.
We kissed for a few seconds, soft and sensual for once. Angelo made love to my mouth. He was never this gentle with me but always kind. When we were younger, he took everything slowly. But as we grew older, his touch turned rough and passionate, his kisses forceful and full of pure hunger. He kissed me as if I was his last breath, and he wanted to steal it back.
> Our lips separated when a man cleared his throat at the edge of our table. We hadn’t even heard him approach. The head chef, a man who spoke mostly Italian, delivered our meals. We started with focaccia topped with pomodoro sauce, followed by pasta e fagioli soup, Caesar salad, and gnocchi in a creamy Gorgonzola sauce.
“I need to ask you something about this charity dinner.”
Angelo wiped his mouth with the napkin on his lap. “What do you want to know?”
“Why did Paulie threaten my dad over it?”
He narrowed his eyes at me, his jaw clenched in anger. “Paulie threatened him?”
“Well, not exactly. He implied that your dad would not be happy unless my dad made room for all of you at his table. My mom is pissed off. She wanted to invite the women she plays tennis with and their husbands.”
“Your mom has never liked me,” he shot back.
“That’s because of your dad. She hates him for roping my dad into his business.”
“I hate to break it to you, babe, but your father was all-in when it came to helping out mine. How do you think your dad got the money to start Carlini Construction? The fundraiser is a business transaction, nothing more. Don’t read into it too much. Your dad is just as dirty as we are, only he looks clean on the outside.”
I grabbed his collar and pulled him to me. “So do you in your thousand dollar suits.”
“There’s not a clean thing about me, G. Everything I do is dirty.”
“This conversation about getting dirty and clean is turning me on,” I admitted.
“What doesn’t turn you on?” Angelo moved his hand up the inseam of my thigh and pushed my panties to the side. “I could kill someone while I fuck you, and you would scream like a fucking porn star for me.” He slammed two fingers into me with so much force he tore a moan right from my lips. “You’re always so fucking wet for me.” Angelo withdrew his fingers long enough to add a third and thrust them into me, filling me completely.
“Angelo,” I moaned, gripping the edge of the table. “What if someone walks in here?”
“I’ll make it fast.” He dipped his head down to take my ear between his teeth and sucked on it. “Rub your clit for me. I want to watch you.”
I did as he asked, almost feeling ashamed of what we were doing in his family’s restaurant. But neither of us cared. Angelo had his right arm across the back of the booth and his left hand between my legs when he sunk his teeth into my neck, nibbling at my flesh.
I had to cover my mouth with my free hand to keep from screaming. Each time his teeth scraped my skin, Angelo did the same with his fingers to the inner walls of my pussy. My entire body hurt, but it was the good kind of pain that sent a ripple of pleasure down my body.
“That’s it, G,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “Strangle my fingers with your pussy. C’mon, come for me.”
“Angelo,” I moaned, and this time, he covered my mouth with his.
An orgasm rocked through me like a hurricane, its violent force causing my entire body to tremble. Angelo kept his lips on mine, invading my mouth with his tongue until I hit the full peak of my climax.
“Damn, babe,” he spoke against my lips. “If you milk my cock like you did my fingers, I won’t be able to stop fucking you until morning.”
“Promise?” I could hardly get out the words I was so out of breath.