Page 23 of Catch Me If You Can (The Mancini Way)

‘Nope, had something on my mind.”

“Oh, am I keeping you from something?”

‘No beauty, I invited you remember?”

“I know but something might’ve come up I’d totally understand.”

Was she fishing or did she genuinely think something had come up? I was more inclined to believe the former, as my beauty seemed to be very efficient at keeping her mind on her job. Yet another thing to punish her for later, my cock twitched at the thought.

I poured the egg mix over the simmering vegetables in the pan and adjusted the heat.

“Nothing’s come up, and besides if something had I still wouldn’t have cancelled I’m looking forward to spending the day with you doing one of the things I love most.”

I turned back to the stove and flipped her omelet over before putting a couple slices of bread in the toaster.

When it was all ready I placed everything neatly on a plate and took it over to her.

“Wow this looks and smells amazing.” She smiled up at me and I couldn’t help it, I lowered my head and once again kissed her beautiful lips. This kiss was even more heated than the first, my mouth knew the treat it was in for this tine and went in search of her tongue, I played with it running mine over it drawing it into my mouth and sucking on her gently. I had her almost all the way off the stool and in my arms her body held tight against mine as I fought not to fuck her right there in the galley of my ship.

I pulled away with soft kisses across the bridge of her nose and her eyes.

“Eat before it gets cold.”

She sat quietly for a moment before picking up her fork and digging in.

Her eyes closed in pleasure after the first bite and she made appreciative noises in her throat.

“Thanks Hank this is good.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Aren’t you having any?”

“Nope, not really a breakfast person.” I waved the cup of coffee I held in my hand towards her.

“This is as much as I have in the mornings.”

She wiped her mouth with one corner of the cloth napkin I’d laid next to her plate before looking at me again.

“I can’t seem to get a handle on you, Mr. Mancini.”

“Oh yeah why is that?”

“I don’t know you seem like such an enigma, supposedly you’re this hardcore player with not a care in the world, but here you have this fantastic hidden skill, you’re rather courteous when you’re not trying to be shocking.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know nothing seems to fit.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out beauty.”

Up on deck it seemed like the most natural thing to stand behind her with my hands over hers as I taught her how to man the ship. There was shared laughter and lightness almost as if she’ forgotten that I was a job, that she was supposed to be gathering information on me and I stopped waiting for her to try catching me out there. All in all it was a beautiful day spent with an amazing woman that stole herself deeper and deeper into my heart as the time went by. By the time it was time to return I had been convinced that she was the one who would indeed sit next to me at Juliet Mancini’s dinner table. My problem now was ending the game, did I come right out and tell her that I knew who she was or do I wait for her to tell me? And would that day ever come?

“I want to see you again soon.”

I had her backed up against the same wall as this morning, my hands holding her face up to mine as I kissed her forehead, her cheeks every place I could find, without waiting for an answer I took her mouth with mine pulling her body close letting her feel my need for her. She melted into me her arms coming up and around me as she gave herself over to me.

When I needed air I picked my head up and looked down into her eyes.

“I know you have an issue with my bluntness as you put it, but I think I should warn you, I’m going to take you soon, if you don’t want that you should stay away from me and even then I’m not sure I would let you go.” I took one of her hands and led it down to my stiff cock, which was beginning to hurt like fuck.

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