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“Don’t.” His voice was like a whip. “Don’t you fucking dare make yourself come. The only one filling your pussy tonight is me, got that?”

When she didn’t answer fast enough, he gripped her hair, and pulled her mouth off his cock. She nodded, and licked her lips. Her heart fluttered when his eyes dropped to her mouth, making her bite her bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Put your other hand on your breast. I want to see you working your nipple. Pinch and pull it until it hurts. Do it until you make me come.”

What was it about him that made her want to obey him? But she couldn’t deny it. She loved the way he handled her.

By the time he came in her throat, her tortured nipple was screaming out in delicious pain. With a sigh, she let go of his dick and her breast, leaning her head on his thigh. She wouldn’t admit it, but she liked it when he petted her, complimenting her.

“You did good,bella. Really good. Now, get dressed. I’m taking you out for dinner. No shower for you.” His thumb wiped over her bottom lip. “I like knowing you still smell like me, and are all wet, while you sit next to me.”

CHAPTER 15

JAZZY

Apparently, getting head had worked up her husband’s appetite.

“Do I need to put on a dress?” She wasn’t really up to dining at some high-end restaurant in Union Square, but if he did, she couldn’t show up there in jeans either.

“No.” His gazed raked over her, lingering a bit longer on her breasts. “I’ll be right back.”

Jazzy took a brush through her hair, then put on some makeup, a black denim skirt, and a silver silk top.

When Gio emerged from the dressing room, she almost did a double take. Gio in a custom-made suit was hot, but casual-looking Gio in black jeans and a gray V-neck Henley was something else. It made him look younger, more carefree. She was suddenly happy with her choice of outfit. Hopefully it would send out a message that they were a couple, because she really didn’t want to deal with any other women drooling over him.

“I didn’t know you owned anything other than suits,” she joked.

He cocked a brow. “You believed you were the only one owning jeans?”

“I did in this house.”

He took something from his pocket. “Turn around.”

Jazzy gave him her back and felt a necklace slide on her chest. It was a simple silver one with a key for a pendant.

He pushed aside her hair and kissed her earlobe. “When my father married my mother, he was a made man, working for Scolini. He started at the bottom of that family, until he made it to the top. He wanted to make sure that one day, when he would have his own family, he would be able to provide for them and protect them. Every anniversary, he had the same necklace made for her, starting with a silver one at the beginning of their life together. He told me that a man should only buy jewelry for his wife. To this day, I’ve lived by that rule.”

Jazzy’s hand went to the pendant. Unlike Gina, she didn’t have an eye for jewelry, but somehow, she doubted it was silver. Maybe white gold. Either way, it was exquisite. “It’s beautiful.”

He took her to a classic, Italian family restaurant in Hayes Valley named Maria’s, complete with white and red checkered tablecloths, bottles of wine, and old-looking ceramics on the wall. The second they stepped inside, and the elderly hostess saw Gio, she beamed.

“Giovanni!” She left her place behind the counter and rushed up to him to give him a hug. Her gleeful eyes then went to Jazzy. “And who is this?”

“Maria.” He pulled Jazzy next to him. “This is Jocelyn. My wife.”

The woman clasped her hands together, looking surprised and happy at the same time. “Oh, you have found the one! I knew you would. Now you can make little bambinos and ask me to be godmother.”

They exchanged a few more pleasantries before they were seated in a cozy corner in the back.

It didn’t take long for Jazzy to order a large funghi pizza, with a salad on the side.

Gio went for the pasta. “I like a woman with a healthy appetite.”

“Yet you dated women who don’t eat.” After Vanessa, she had googled him to see what other women would pop up on his arm. Aside from being blondes, they were all models.

“Obviously my taste has improved since then.”

Not sure if he meant that, she decided to change the subject. “I like this place. How did you find it?”

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