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He grunts then puts on a pair of mirrored sunglasses. It only makes him look hotter, which adds to my annoyance.

"Why are you so feisty today, dolcezza? I thought I was the moody one," he casually asks then veers onto the expressway, whipping past a slew of cars.

"Ugh!" I grumble.

His hand slides onto my thigh, which might be a safe zone for lots of women, but I know Dante. Nothing about him is without risk. You're always putting yourself in a compromising position. I forgot what that was like when Sean was alive and we moved back into the friend zone. Now that we crossed that line again, I don't trust him touching me.

After last night, I don't trust myself. Still, I can't seem to tell him to remove his hand from my body.

His words make me squirm. "Do I have to pull over and eat your pussy while traffic zooms past us?"

My breath catches, heart races, and blood pounds in my cheeks. I tilt my head. "Stop talking like that."

"Why?"

I take a deep breath, staring out the windshield.

"Guess you made your decision." He zips across all six lanes and onto the shoulder then glides to a complete stop, shifting the gear into park.

Before I can say anything, he has my dress at my waist, my panties to the side. His mouth devours my clit like a dehydrated dog who just got in front of a bowl full of water.

"Dante! What the...oh fuck!" I scream, clutching the dashboard as a volt of endorphins crashes into my cells.

The car shakes violently when a semi passes. He commands, "Again!" then sucks me so hard, I cry out his name.

When I come down, I'm still slightly shaking when he pulls my panties over my sex, drags my dress over my knees, then sits back. The car vibrates from another truck. Dante wipes his mouth then licks his fingers and lips, expertly cleaning my arousal off himself.

I breathe hard, gaping at him, trying to catch my breath and regain my focus.

He smirks. "Feeling better now, dolcezza?"

Flames scorch my cheeks. I turn my head away from him.

His deep, sexy chuckle fills the car. He shifts the gear and pulls out, weaving in and out of traffic like a race car driver, once again.

This time, I don't tell him to slow down. For some reason, I sit back, feeling a bit of calm amid all the chaos and danger, trying to figure out how to get Dante Marino out of my system while cursing myself for wishing his hands were still on my body.

10

Dante

Bridget's beenquiet for the last ten minutes, staring out the window with the corners of her mouth barely curved up. I lick my lips again, trying to savor the taste of her pussy and not remind her with words she's mine. I've known Bridget my entire life. She can't hide how freaked out I'm making her feel right now. But it's not going to stop me from pushing every boundary she has until she quits worrying and accepts us.

Us.

Finally, after all these years, I have a real chance. No matter what, I'm not fucking this up again. Yet, I'm not dumb enough to believe it's going to be a piece of cake to get her to admit it's finally time for us to be together.

"Where are we going?" Bridget asks about ten minutes later.

"Lunch at my new restaurant."

She arches her eyebrows. "Which one?"

I momentarily lock eyes with hers. "Dolcezza."

A faint blush creeps into her cheeks. "Sweetness?"

"Yeah, but when I call you that, the meaning changes slightly."

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