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“Is that so? What did she take you in there for?” I play with the stem of the flute to stop myself from reaching across the table and fucking her right here in the restaurant. I doubt Dom would be overly happy.

“Well, she thought it best if I give in and play thedoting wiferole you’ve decided to assign me.”

I swallow a hard lump that's stuck in my throat at the thought of Gia playing the role of a doting wife, taking care of her husband after a hard day's work. Coming home and being greeted by her in nothing but a sexy little lingerie set that matches the red dress she’s wearing. My now rock-hard cock is straining against my zipper. I shift in my seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

“How about we go home and I show you the ideal role I have in mind for you to play?” I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth, knowing that Gia is most definitely not ready for me to show her what I want.

The alcohol has obviously taken over her sensible brain function, as she smiles and looks up at me through her long, dark lashes.

“Okay, then. Show me,” she says, biting her bottom lip.

I push back from the table and send my chair soaring backwards, grabbing Gia by the hand and quickly leading her back through the restaurant and out the front doors. This time, it’s me and not Luigi pushing her into the back seat of the Escalade.

“Casa,” I snap to Santino as he pulls away from the restaurant.

CHAPTER17

GIA

As soon aswe get in the car, his hands are on me. He drapes one arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer into his side, while his other hand rests on my exposed thigh. He starts stroking up and down my arm gently, sending goosebumps to cover my skin. We sit in silence, avoiding one another’s gaze, as he continues his slow, methodical stroking. A shiver shoots through my body, sending wetness to my core.

How can one simple movement turn me on so much?

Trying to distract myself, I turn my head to look out at the city as it passes us by. Just when I think I’ve gotten myself together, the hand that’s resting on my thigh starts to move. It’s the same slow stroking movement, barely touching, yet the heat that radiates from his hand is close to setting my skin on fire.

His index finger slips below the hem of my dress, and I blow out a sigh quietly. I look down at his tattoo-covered hand on my thigh as his index finger moves back and forth beneath my dress. I never thought hands could be sexy before, but I do now. I’m so turned on I could probably come just from watching his hand move, the veins crisscrossing over the tanned skin, as it inches dangerously closer.

Get it together, Gia. It’s probably just the alcohol talking.

We’re so close, that even with the slightest turn of my head, my nose is in his neck, and I get a whiff of his now-familiar cinnamon and cedarwood scent, sending my body into overdrive.

Wetness pools at my center as I become increasingly more turned on. I feel like an animal in heat: overstimulated and like I’m about to burst at the seams, I look to see if this is affecting him as much as it is me, and get my answer. He’s still looking straight ahead out the front windshield, unaware of what his touch is doing to me.

How the hell is he not fazed? Maybe he’s not attracted to me after all.

Ugh, I’m such an idiot. How could I think that someone likehimwould ever be interested in someone likeme?

I let out a small huff of frustration, facing back out the passenger window. I’m so lost in berating myself in my head that I don’t notice him move closer until he speaks directly in my ear.

“What’s wrong,gattina?”

“Nothing,” I answer sharply.

He leans in even closer, and his hot breath tickles the side of my neck. “Hmm.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

How can one noise sound so erotic? I feel like I just ran down the street with how fast my heart is beating. He’s still stroking my arm, and his hand on my thigh moves up under my dress a fraction of an inch until I feel a bolt of lightning hit me right in my core, where a pulse begins. He adds his thumb into the rotation and starts to brush against my inner thigh carefully.

My skin is on fire with his gentle touches, and I’m so turned on that if we were to go over a speed bump, I would probably come on the spot. My clit is begging to be touched at this point. If he would just move his hand up a little bit more, he’d be able to feeljusthow much he’s affecting me. I’ve never been this wet in my life, and I can almost guarantee I’ll be leaving a puddle on the seat.

Good thing they’re leather seats.

By the time we pull up to the house, I’m so worked up that if I don't get some relief soon, I’ll cry. Quickly unbuckling my seatbelt, I bolt out of the car as soon as Santino opens the door for me. I’m just about to turn into my room when I stop myself and remember that I don’t sleep in there anymore. Whipping the door toourroom open, I head straight for the bathroom.

I’m so close, I can almost feel my release. Right before my hand can make contact with the doorknob, I’m grabbed from behind and spun around so quickly I trip over my own feet and almost fall over, but Fabi’s firm grip saves me.

“Where are you running off to in such a hurry,gattina?”

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