“As much as I love a gift, Enzo is in the car waiting to take me and Lina to our lunch date.”
“Oh, I know.” He raises that goddamn sexy eyebrow at me as he pulls his hand out of his pocket, presenting me with my gift…
“Absolutely not, Mr. Mancini. There is no way in Hell that I’m going to sit across from your sister and eat my lunch wearing fucking love eggs.” I finish buckling my red stilettos, moving to stand chest to chest with Marco and staring into those steel-gray orbs full of mischief.
“That’s the third time today… so absolutely yes, Mrs. Fox-Mancini. But I’m flexible; you could always wear the butt-plug.” His grin grows wider as one hand wraps around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to his body before pushing a hand down my pants.
“Am I fuck—”
“Four. Your pussy doesn’t lie. So fucking wet.”
Closing my eyes at the sensations as he strokes his fingers over my clit, dipping one inside me, I allow a moan of pleasure to escape.
“Good girl.” He breathes the words over my mouth, his breath tickling my lips before he devours me. Then he pushes my pants down and breaks away from me, lowering to his knees. Removing his fingers from my pussy, he pushes my panties further aside to give him better access to slide his tongue over my clit, making my legs shake in anticipation.
“Fuck.” I’m so close to coming all over his face, and he’s lapping me up as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks.
Just as my clit starts to throb, he pushes two tiny balls inside me, and it hits me. This man has beaten every record for getting me off, and my body vibrates with the intensity.
It takes me a moment to regain my senses and I shake my head in defeat, a smile playing on my lips as Marco licks me clean before pushing my panties back in place.
“You’re incorrigible.”
Marco’s response is a growl into my neck after kissing his way back up my body. He pulls my pants up on his way, leaving the love eggs inside me.
“I have some business or I’d be coming with you, this is the next best thing. You can think of all the ways I’m going to fuck you tonight every time the balls move.” He licks the fingers he just had inside my pussy, reveling in the taste as he winks down at me.
Well, this lunch date is going to be interesting.
* * *
“Does Enzo not want to sit with us?” Putting my fork down, I lean back in my chair and rub my full stomach, trying to contain my flinch as the balls inside me move with my body.
“He’s in security mode since everything that happened with Papà. Which means he needs to be a ghost, apparently. Appearing to not be with me, while being with me all at the same time. Honestly, I’m not sure how I’m going to lose him or his goons for my next shift at the club. He’s doubled down on everything.”
“He’s not being much of a ghost today. It’s a little hard to miss the giant, brooding Italian man sitting by himself and staring daggers at anyone who comes near us, including the poor waiter.”
Lina sips at her water with a frown on her lips.
“He’s being a grump lately.”
Putting her water down, she rests her arms on the table in front of us and leans forward.
“I know he’s grieving too, but it was my fucking dad, you know? It’s just hard. And not in the fun way…”
“Alright, Treacle?”
“Oh my God, what the actual fuck? Are you following me or something?” Enzo is immediately up and out of his chair, stalking over to our table with a death glare pinned on the guy in chef’s whites, his hand at the small of his back. So much for being a ghost.
I watch the way he takes her in, lustfully, and with a huge smile on his handsome face, and I know. This guy is hot for her. But judging from her reaction, I’m getting asshole vibes.
“I should be askin’ you the same thing, Sweetheart. This is my restaurant.”
His accent surprises me, but it also suits him. It’s a lot like the guys from thatSnatchmovie Ev made me watch a couple of years ago.
“Woah, big guy. What’s your deal?” The way he addresses Enzo makes me raise a brow in surprise. This dude clearly has a screw loose. Can he not read the danger coming off of Enzo?
It’s kinda hot.