Page 8 of Tammaro DeLuca

“No worries.” He said as he came over to me.

Ro lifted me and carried me over to the dining room table, where he sat me on the edge. He entered me slowly, filling me completely. He held my legs open wide, and I anchored myself by locking my heels at his waist. It didn’t take long before I was back in the headspace he needed me in.

“Why do you feel so good?” He asked in awe.

Hell, I wondered, too. It felt like we’d done this before or should have at least. I didn’t believe in mistakes. Maybe the universe knew I needed sex this good. It had to be a fluke.

“Roooooo…” I moaned when I felt my orgasm taking over.

“I feel it, baby.” He cursed before instinct took over and he led us both to our orgasms.

I screamed in release as he continued on. When he came, his eyes focused on mine, and it pulled me into a second spiral with him. He collapsed on top of me, but we never broke contact.

“You feel familiar.” He whispered.

“I’ve never met you before in my life. Trust me, I would remember.” I giggled.

“Yeah…” He kissed my forehead and stood slowly. “I guess I’ll need a new shower.”

“Or you could spend the day smelling like me.” I teased.

“I could, but I can’t have people stalking me and wondering where I got that delicious smelling fragrance from.” He winked at me before helping me to stand. “You need to get cleaned up, too.”

“I do. I have work.”

“See…” He turned on the water, removed my robe and gown, and pulled us both inside.

We washed, and he finished before me. By the time I walked into the bedroom, he was already dressed. He approached me with his phone in hand.

“Your number.” He handed me the device as if I didn’t have a choice if I wanted to give it to him or not.

“Who said that I want a repeat?” I asked, not accepting it.

“Your pussy and the way she gripped me every time I pulled away from her. We’re doing this again and soon.” He nodded toward the phone.

I took it, no longer playing games, trying not to smile. “And yours?” I asked.

He pressed a bunch of buttons on the screen and then kissed my forehead again. “You have it now.” He turned just as my phone beeped. “Do you need help to get to your car?” He asked.

“No.”

“Okay. I’m heading out. We’ll talk soon, yeah?” He looked back at me.

“Yeah.” I admitted.

He nodded and left the suite. I smiled to myself, wondering what the hell I’d just signed up for. I’ve had this arrangement before, but never with somebody so talented in the bedroom. My alarm sounded, breaking the trance. It was time to go, or I’d be late.

I hurried to get my things together, but as I did, there was a lot more pep in my step than yesterday. I felt spectacular.

Maybe I would see Ro again.

Maybe.

TAMMARO

Imet with Massimo because he was handling some business for Beni, and they wanted me to tag along. Whatever. I wasn't his flunky. But when he explained he was meeting with Cecil to talk about a previous deal that they'd struck about the delivery docks, I was interested. Imports and exports always got me excited.

“What was Pop like with you?” Massimo asked me.

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