Page 50 of Always You
I’m about to explode in my pants, with just the sound of her voice. “Stop teasing me,” I tell her as she moans again.
I grab onto her waist, digging my fingers into her soft, delicate skin. Her low-cropped shirt rises and the tip of my fingers featherily brush along the soft pale skin. She wiggles continuously on my lap and I know she can feel my hardness for her. A growl erupts from my chest.
“Stop wiggling around, baby.” I slam my lips on hers, begging for entrance. Immediately, she opens, our tongues tangle with one another. My tongue thrusts unmercifully, I want her to feel how much I want her; how much I need her—kissing her desperately, assaulting her mouth—the feel of her fingers sliding into my hair. I groan in her mouth. She tastes so damn good I can’t get enough of her.
How could I be such an idiot to go five years without her?Mine. She’s mine.We part needing air. We lean our foreheads together.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.”
She pecks a small kiss on my lips. “I feel the same,” she mummers.
The smell of cheap perfume stings my nostrils. I glare up at the woman foaming with jealousy, Alicia is standing there.
Fuck.
“What do you need, Alicia?” I bark out. I’d told her and the staff not to come in. I wanted to be alone with my girl. My fingers grip Mila’s waist, holding on to her tightly, the last thing I need is her running off because of Alicia. I know Alicia does shit on purpose. I should have terminated her long ago. She agreed when I explained to her at the time that she had no meaning to me.
“W-wanted to see if you needed anything,” she stutters.
“No, I fucking don’t. I told you, along with everyone else, not to come in here.” I grimace. I’m going to fire her once Mila leaves.
“S-sorry,” she says, running out.
Mila rubs my shoulder. “I see you’re still very much hot-tempered, huh?”
The smile she wears is alluring. This woman is my weakness, the definition of beauty. I capture her lips with soft kisses. I laugh, she knows me so well. Although she thinks she doesn’t.
“With others, yeah, but never with you, baby.”
She snorts. “That’s because you know I’d let you have it. And you have gotten hot-tempered with me.” She makes a fist. Proving she would let me have it. I burst into laughter, making my chest rumble—her tiny fist.God, Ilove her. It’s been so long since I’ve felt happiness.
“Ah, I see still a firecracker,” I tease, mimicking words she’s used before.
She replies, “Of course.” Her smile stretches. She glances at her watch and sighs. “I need to head out. I have a client in about thirty minutes. Thank you for lunch and the other stuff.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, giving her an overconfident smirk. “Other stuff? Are you talking about our erotic deep tongue kiss?” I tease, knowing she will blush. I loved making her blush.
She looks at me through her long eyelashes, cheeks turning a splash of pink. She huffs with a twitch of a smile. “Yes.” She waves her hands up in the air. “Anyway, I will talk to Dante tonight about you.”
Immediately, worry sets in. What if my son doesn’t want to meet me? What if I’m not good enough for him? She must see right through me. She cups my cheeks, kissing me softly. The taste of her sweet, sugary lips diminishes me. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her tight.
“Everything will be fine, he will be confused, but you’re his father he loves you. He will be happy. He always looks at photos of you. You know, the day you first ran into Dante and me, I’m surprised he didn’t recognize you. But you were young in those photos.”
Letting out a breath of relief, I say, “Do you need me there?”
“No, I need to do this alone with him. I’ll call you tonight.” With that, she jumps off my lap.
Immediately, I miss the heat of her body. I want her back in my arms.
* * *
I left work early and informed Mario to take over right after Mila left. Before leaving work, I asked Mario for advice on what I should do when I meet Dante. His advice was effortless, just purchase him some toys, and the rest will take care of itself. Yeah, well I hope so. I’ve always dreamt of being a dad.
I blame my mom for the shit she pulled. She’s always controlled our lives. She manipulated me. My mother manages Santiago’s shop. She’s always used my disease to get what she’s wanted to guilt trip me.
“Dominic, I’m your mother. I took care of you, took you to the best doctors. You’re alive because of me.”
I’m grateful for her love and affection. She never left us like my father. But I’m not letting her fuck with my life. If I have to cut her off until she accepts Mila, and Dante, I will. I pull into Target to pick up toys for my little guy. I’ve never shopped for kids before. I load up my cart with everything Spiderman, grabbing some web shooters, a Venom costume;holy shit, army guys, haven’t seen those in a long time. My brothers and I always played with army guys and He-man…oh shit,and Ninja Turtles. I was always Raphael,damn, this is fun shopping for toys.I feel like a kid again. Smiling foolishly, I make my way to the sports aisle, throwing baseball gloves into the cart. I’ll teach him how to play. I was team captain in high school. I was the shit back then.
