Page 96 of Forgotten Deal

“You won’t,” he says, lifting me off his dick; we watch as his cum leaks down my thigh. He runs his fingers through the load, pushing it back inside me.

“Good thing I’m still on the pill,” I say dryly.

“You’re still on the pill for now,” he tells me, nostrils flaring as his semi-hard dick twitches.

“Uh-huh.” I climb off him before he gears up for round two; my husband has the most impressive fucking stamina I’ve ever seen, and aren’t I one lucky bitch.

I give him a quick kiss before asking for my purse; he reaches to the front seat and hands it to me. “I don’t need assistance this time, Mr. Mazza,” I warn him, grabbing a pad. “Close your eyes.”

“I just pulled out your tampon so you could ride my dick; I think I’ve demonstrated I’m not squeamish about your period, Mrs. Mazza,” Fabio informs me.

“Happy wife; happy life.” I point at him. “Close your eyes.”

He chuckles, closing his eyes as I get things situated. Finding the used tampon, I dispose of it in the pad wrapper before cleaning up.

He helps me to the passenger seat, kissing me before walking around and sliding behind the wheel. We drive through the security gate, and Fabio salutes the security guard now seated in the booth with the shiny fingers he just had inside me.

“Meeting my mamá first; you’re a brave man,” I tell him.

“I’m feeling lucky.” He brings his fingers to his nose, inhaling.

“You’re proud of yourself; aren’t you?”

He flashes his dimples. “Damn right.”

I shake my head. “At least clean our cum from your fingers before we meet my mamá.”

He holds his hand in front of my face. “That’s not what I meant, you psycho.” But I still dart out my tongue, licking the evidence of our first time as man and wife.

“Such a bad girl.” He hums.

“Stop it, I need to mentally prepare for this.” I smack his hand away.

He raises an eyebrow. “Which part?”

“All of it.”

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

Kat

Arriving at the bakery, we enter to find mamá behind the counter. Before I can say a word, Fabio interjects, “Mrs. Stefanos, I should have asked you first, but I’m so in love with your daughter I couldn’t wait. Katerina and I are married.”

“Sit. Sit,” Mamá says in a rush. “Let me fix you something to eat.”

I go to sit down, but Mamá says, “Not you.” She yanks me to the back. I’m waiting for the tongue-lashing, but she squeals, wrapping her arms around me as she kisses my cheeks.

“Να ζ?σετε.” Mamá waves us goodbye after we’re fed within an inch of our lives.

“What did she say?” he asks.

“May you live.” I look over to Fabio, who now has a strange look on his face. “It means she’s wishing us a life-long marriage; that’s just the way it’s said in Greek.” I grab his hand and squeeze it. “Don’t read anything into it.”

We make the drive to Newark, Fabio appearing lost in thought; me bouncing nervously in my seat. Pulling into the driveway of an older shotgun house, Fabio helps me out of the SUV and leads me to the door. He rings the bell, but tries the handle; it’s unlocked. “Nonna, what have I said about locking this door?” Fabio calls as we enter.

His nonna appears from the back, and she and Fabio hug, exchanging something in Italian. “This is my wife, Katerina,” Fabio says with pride.

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