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“Maybe you should consider leaving the Mafia to pursue a career in basketball,” she said facetiously.
“Nah,” I responded. “I have a cute little mob wife I need to take care of.”
“I-I, what!” Luciana sputtered, her face turning bright red. “I can take care of myself!”
It was fun riling her up. I laughed and ruffled her hair, running my fingers through the long, silky strands.
“C’mon Jaws. Let’s go home.”
Chapter thirteen
Luciana
“Whyareyoustillawake?” Emilio asked.
It was one thirty am. I had fallen down another rabbit hole of researching that mysterious symbol. It was probably nothing more than a homeless person’s artwork while they were strung out on meth, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I said. It was technically the truth.
“I can think of some fun things that will help you sleep,” he said suggestively.
I grabbed the pillow that was beneath my head and flung it towards him. He effortlessly caught it, his laughter filling the room.
But I had been thinking about doing said things with him. His presence alone was enough to make my heart race and palms sweat. Every time our eyes met, I felt drawn to him like a magnet, unable to resist his charm and raw sex appeal.
When we could go out in public, women - and some men - would stop and stare at him, for good reason. He was a god among men; a modern day Adonis.
If he didn’t get on my nerves so often, I might have actually fallen trap to his antics.
“In your dreams, Emilio,” I said.
“Actually.” Emilio walked over to the bed. He pushed his knee between my thighs and caged my head between his hands. “In yours.”
My face turned bright red. I had expected him to jab back, as he always did, thriving off our playful yet heated exchanges. But his voice had dropped low, his eyes smoldering with a potent intensity that left me breathless.
“I see you sleeping when I get home at night. Do you know how often your thighs are clenched and rubbing against each other?” He slid his thumb across my face. “It’s really cute when you’re moaning into your pillow, though.”
“You’re lying,” My heart was racing, and I was having trouble keeping my voice level.
“I’m not, though. There’s even a wet spot when you wear your tight shorts.”
He wasn’t lying. I had been waking up most morning with damp panties and an ache in my lower abdomen, begging to be taken care of. With Emilio and the Dino’s around, I hadn’t been able to get enough privacy to find relief. My arousal had crept its way into my dreams.
My cheeks felt like they were on fire as I tried to hide my embarrassment. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck and spreading across my face, a telltale sign of my embarrassment.
I still felt too mortified to respond. Attempting a nonchalant ‘tsk’ noise, I cringed as it came out in a high-pitched squeak.
“It’s a self imposed punishment. I can make it go away whenever you want,” he said.
He pushed his body off of mine, strategically grazing his knee across my slit. A jolt of pleasure surged through my core, igniting every nerve ending in my lower body.
I had to escape this man immediately. The wet that was pooling in my underwear was so heavy it would surely show through my thin leggings.
“I’m going to shower,” I blurted.
“You do that, Jaws. Let me know if you want me to join you.”
The mischievous look in his eyes said he knew exactly what I was going to be doing. Oh well. I needed to orgasm so my judgement stopped being cloudy, and entertaining the idea of having sex with Emilio evaporated from my thoughts.
