Page 55 of Vows of a Mobster
“When was the last time you had phone sex?” I asked her.
“This was my first,” she murmured softly.
“Good,” I told her. “You only do it with me,” I would demand all of her. “You hear me?”
“Okay,” I could imagine her satisfied smile as she fell asleep after being utterly pleasured.
“Tomorrow morning, you will come into my office first thing in the morning,” I told her. “And you will spend tomorrow night with me.”
A silence followed. I knew I was a bastard; she had a child. But the ruthless man in me wanted my fill of her. She can spend the following night home.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Good night, Bellissima.”
Twenty
Brianna
When my alarm clock went off, I swore the buzzing was going to make my head explode. I dragged myself out of bed and went for a shower.
“Shit, how much did we drink last night?” I asked myself.
Apparently not enough, because I remembered I called Mateo last night. And we had phone sex. Oh my God, this whole ordeal didn’t even start and I was already messing it up.
But hearing him orgasm over the phone was the most erotic thing ever. I couldn’t wait to see him when he orgasmed.
What the hell, Brianna!I immediately scolded myself.
I’m supposed to keep my head, not freaking anticipate when I’d see him orgasm.
I hurried up with my shower and quickly got dressed into standard business clothes that Marcus demanded I wear. I opted for a tailored pink dress with a white cardigan. I had no clue what his brother’s expectations were.
I ran quickly downstairs, my hair still wrapped into the towel.
“Marissa, Daphne,” I called out to both of them.
“We are here,” I heard Daphne’s voice and I followed it into the kitchen. She had a wet cloth on her forehead and Marissa was rubbing ice all over her face.
“Shit, how much did we drink last night?” Marissa asked.
“Too much apparently,” I answered them. “Or not enough. Because somehow Mateo and I ended up having phone sex.”
“What?” Both of them screeched at me and I winced, a sharp pain shooting through my brain. They must have felt the same because they winced in pain too.
“He told me I have to be in his office first thing this morning and demanded I spend the night with him tomorrow. Well, that would be today.”
They both stared at me dumbfounded. “Well, what am I to do?” I asked cranky.
Those two shared a look. “You have to pack an overnight bag,” Marissa started moving immediately. “We’ll take Emma to daycare. Don’t be late to his office. Did he specify time?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
“That means, you have to be in his office at eight a.m.”
I glanced at the clock. It was seven already. “That’s right,” Marissa announced. “You don’t have time. You make him focus on you and your pussy.”
“Marissa!”
