Page 90 of Desperate Desires

Sure, I’d seen the missed calls, and emails. And texts.

But I wasn’t ready to face Micky or the other girls just yet. I didn’t want to share Ono with anyone just yet. Plus, I was not in the mood for their judgment.

I was happy. And that was a first. Could anyone blame me for wanting to hold on to that just a little while longer?

“It’s that fucking guy you wouldn’t tell me about, isn’t it?”

“Ono Bottarelli,” I told her his name.

“Fuck. Hang on, I am adding, Clem,” Micky said.

I shook my head and started a cup of espresso from the amazing machine my sexy ass husband had his guys set up in the kitchen.

True, I’d been bummed to wake up alone, but the note he’d left with one long-stemmed rose on the pillow beside me was definitely a nice apology.

Bellezza,

I didn’t want to wake you, but I’ll be back before dinner.

I have my cell if you need anything.

Be a good girl and rest today.

Yours,

Ono

I bit my lip and sighed.

“Earth to Shelly?” Micky yelled.

“Holy shit. She has it bad!” Clementine’s voice joined Micky’s.

I grinned and shook my head.

What was I doing, keeping this from them? It was childish, and I knew better.

“Okay, look. If I tell you about him, do you promise not to judge?”

“Um, no,” Micky snarked.

“Shut up, Mick. Of course we’re gonna judge, Shelly. Just spill already!”

I sat down at the counter, ran my hands along the cool granite top, and sipped my amazing espresso.

Then I began to talk.

The more I talked, the more I realized this whole crazy affair was just that.

Crazy.

But it was also wildly romantic, and action packed. Or maybe just packed.

That had me thinking about his dick, and I really did not want to go there with the girls.

Oh, but that dick.

Goddamn, the man was amazing. The things he did to my body. The way he made me feel. No one ever made me come multiple times in one night.

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