Page 30 of Forbidden Surrogate

Her curves get me semi-hard as I watch her moving around with the dress, searching for the opening. Delphine slides the curve-hugging one-shoulder dress in a deep, purple hue over her breasts, then her hips. The fabric falls around the center of her thighs, drawing my attention to the thick, sexy legs that I want wrapped around me for the rest of the night.

It’s too bad we have to go out tonight and I can’t truly indulge my desire to stay home and fuck her because my attractionto Delphine heightens as I watch her move around and adjust herself in the fabric. She pushes her glasses up onto her nose and turns around with a wrinkled expression on her face.

“How do I look?”

“Incredible. You’re going to look even better in the shoes I got you.”

“How do you even know my shoe size?”

“They’re at the front door. I checked before I left.”

I have a good memory for those details. Delphine will protest less once she sees the heels. I hand her the bright orange box and she glances inside, making a half-yelp before shutting the box and glancing at me in confusion.

“I don’t think I can stand in those heels,” she says. “I work in an office, Luigi. I kick my flats off and spend all day staring at a computer.”

“Okay. Tonight, you’re a mobster’s girlfriend. Tonight, you wear the shoes.”

She reacts visibly to my use of the wordgirlfriend, but I mean nothing by it. This is just the easiest way to identify our relationship for the night. It has nothing to do with my non-existent feelings for Delphine.

“Girlfriend?”

“Put the shoes on,” I respond gruffly.

Delphine rolls her eyes and takes her time to slip into the shoes. The heels are high on purpose. I don’t want her getting away from me and I also want to see her thick legs in towering shoes that make her look like a sexy, brown-skinned Amazon.

“I would never dress like this out of the house,” she mutters under her breath, pressing on her chest and stomach as if she could smooth them out by doing so. I take her hands, stopping her from fussing over a body that looks…perfect.

She’ll look even better when her stomach swells from my seed, but Delphine looks gorgeous right now too. Better than I deserve.

“Your only job will be standing as close to me as possible and staying out of trouble.”

“Couldn’t my job be to have fun?”

“You’re trying to stay pregnant. Having fun will be secondary.”

Just saying the wordpregnantmakes my dick throb, but unfortunately, I can’t fuck Delphine in here because Peter got a car to take us to the nightclub for added secrecy. Angela calls us out of the bedroom again and I struggle to handle my arousal. I hold Delphine close to me, like she really is my girl and not just somebody Angela contracted to fuck me.

She smells good, which I should have expected. And the news of the baby makes me disgustingly protective over her. When I kiss her neck, she shivers and pulls away, reminding me of the reality between us – there is no real relationship. This is just a cold, meaningless contract. Nothing more.

9th Circle has a line out the door, but Peter’s contact leads us through the back entrance so we don’t have to wait in line. I squeeze Delphine’s hand all the way through to the bar. Ruby, Mikey’s younger sister, works here a couple shifts a week and Mikey made sure she was on tonight to make surveillance easier. She waves me and Delphine over excitedly once she spies us edging closer to the bar.

Running into anyone in my family reminds me that bringing Delphine out in public exposes me to more scrutiny than I’m ready to deal with. Sure, we have more pressing concerns, but you never know how an Italian family will react to…anything. Our people are loud, passionate, dramatic, traditional, romantic… and at times, completely unpredictable.

“Hello! Mikey and Peter are in the back at the card tables,” Ruby says. “They’re waiting for you.”

Angela emerges on my left side and shares a screeching noise with Ruby that passes as a greeting between the two women.

“I wish I could hug you! Free tequila?” Ruby offers.

“Yes, you bad bitch, I absolutely NEED some tequila in my body.”

“What about for you?” Ruby asks Delphine.

“Absolutely not,” I interrupt before Delphine says something foolish and crazy. “Do not speak to her for the rest of the night and tell absolutely nobody that you saw me out with a woman.”

Ruby rolls her eyes, flattening her voice with obvious frustration. “Is there something you want to drink, Luigi?”

“The nicest whiskey available here.”

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