Page 18 of Beautiful Desire

“Of course. I’m your maid of honor. Your wish is my command.”

With her having now moved to the other side of the island, I can see all three guys sitting at the kitchen table in the background. I try to keep my eyes trained on Gia, but the sound of a chair scraping along the floor draws my attention. My gaze wanders off to the background, landing on Dom, and I can’t help but watch him rise from his seat at the table.

He’s dressed in dark gray suit pants that mold to his strong, muscular legs like they’ve been painted on. A black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to that midway point of his forearm shows some of the intricate tattoos on his tanned arms.

I feel the burn of his gaze through the screen as Dom makes his way to stand behind Gia. The top three buttons of his dress shirt are undone, showing his smooth, sun-kissed skin. The thought of tasting him has me licking my lips. I’m certain I’ll start drooling if I don’t look away now.

Holy shit!

Shaking my head and snapping myself out of my thoughts, I realize Gia is still talking.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. My signal must have dropped.”

“I said bring your things with you when we go shoe shopping. That way, we can just come straight here to get ready.”

I feel the intensity of his eyes as they bore into me while he stands rigid behind her.

“Yeah, of course. I’m about to pull up to my apartment, so I’m going to go, but I’ll call you tomorrow. Night, bitch. Love you.”

“Love you too, bitch,” she replies before we both hang up.

Letting go of the relieved breath, I think to myself that Saturday night can’t come soon enough. Between the potential sale of the company and helping G with wedding planning, I’m in need of a night out to de-stress. Hopefully, Marco or Luigi won’t be too overbearing on the security front.

They say one of the best stress relievers is sex, and…well, it’s beentoolong since I’ve had any, and I’m determined to change that on Saturday night. What better way to get overDthan to get some D?

CHAPTER6

DOM

It’s Saturday night,and I’ve just finished my evening workout. Walking into the kitchen, I reach into the cabinet and grab a glass, pouring myself a drink of water, when my phone rings.

“Hey, Fab. What’s up?” I put it on speakerphone while I look in the oven to see what my chef has made me for dinner.

Delicious. Lasagna.

“Are you free for a meeting tonight at Diavolo? I’ve got something for you, and I’ve got shit to sort out at the club.”

“Sure. What time?” I ask, heating up some food.

“Say eleven p.m.?”

“See you then.”

Ending the call, I send Bill a text message, letting him know I’m heading out tonight and will need him later.

Clubs aren’t my thing, but if Fabi is calling me last minute with a meeting, then I know it’s got to be something important.

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When I walk into Diavolo, my eyes take a minute to adjust to the darkness inside. The sound of the music vibrates off the walls as I enter.

Fuck, I already can’t wait to get out of here.

Luigi greets me as I enter the main nightclub, I follow him over toward a dark cornered-off area. I see Fabi sitting at a table, a drink already in hand, with his eyes trained on the dance floor. Stopping, I turn my attention to see what he’s looking at, and my heart rate rises. My palms feel clammy and my cock twitches to life in my pants. Out on the dance floor, I glimpse the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen lost to the beat of the music.

Elle’s long blonde hair flows down her back, swaying back and forth as she moves her head while singing and dancing along to the song that’s playing, wearing a silver sparkly dress that stops just above mid-thigh. My hands are itching to trail the path up the back of her legs to find out if she’s wearing anything underneath. Memories of her body beneath mine flood my brain: the soft moans that escaped her lips, the way her back arched with every thrust as I filled her up.

Shaking my head to clear the images, I move again, continuing toward Fabi, who doesn’t see me until I’m almost right in front of him.

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