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Nipples the color of raspberry sorbet, dark pink and luscious, drawn tight into rigid peaks make my mouth water.

I want to touch, but keep my mitts where they are as she continues to push the stretchy fabric down her body until it bunches right above my hands.

"Help me?" she invites.

I take over and push the bodysuit down to her ankles with a lot more speed less finesse. She steps out of it, kicking it aside.

My need to put it in the hamper is only a twinge compared to the other needs she provokes in me. To taste and touch. To fuck and pleasure. To claim.

Her perfectly smooth, puffy pussy lips are bisected by a slit glistening at the edges with her juices. My head leans forward to taste before I realize what I'm doing and I jerk it back.

"Fuck,amate, I want to taste you, but that will have to wait."

"Why?" she asks breathlessly.

"Because if I touch your pussy now, I will not cherish you the way you deserve." And my Candi deserves everything good. "Are your inner lips the same raspberry as your nipples?"

She widens her stance just a little. "Why don't you check and find out?"

My groan is loud and not at all exaggerated.

Surging to my feet, I step back, away from temptation. "You are playing with fire,piccola gatta."

Crossing her arms under her tits, putting them on display in a way she cannot be unaware of, she gives me a heavy-lidded smile. "Are you going to take off your gloves or do you shower with them on too?"

"You know I do not wear them all the time." Just most of the time. "You got me to take them off at the club earlier."

"That didn't last very long." She pouts up at me.

"I won't put them back on until we leave the bedroom," I promise.

She cocks one eyebrow. "That implies you're going to take them off now."

In answer I peel my gloves off, placing them precisely on top of my body armor.

Her gaze flicks to the counter with my things on it and then back to me. "You're very particular about where things go."

"Does that bother you?" There's no point in denying a truth I cannot change.

Everything has its place. Including me. I belong in the Cosa Nostra.

Including Candi. She belongs with me

Chapter 21

CANDI

Does it bother me that the man who is about to become my lover clearly has at least a touch of OCD?

"No," I reply honestly. "Everything at home has a designated place when it's not in use."

We don't fold our dirty clothes, but the one-bedroom apartment is pretty small for three people. Mom's bedroom used to be the dining nook connected to the kitchen. It's only cordoned off with a curtain, which makes things easier when she needs more help getting in and out of bed.

So, the need to keep a path clear for her wheelchair isn't the only reason we keep stuff put away. If we didn't, none of us would have the room to move around.

Angelo's hands fist and unfist at his sides, fascinating me.

It's only the second time I've seen them without the black gloves, and the first was a matter of hours ago.

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