Chapter Eight

 

Faith

 

Before going to bed, I called my parents to check in and made sure to leave out everything that was going on so they wouldn’t worry about me. They’d seen the news about Layla and her family, and how they had ties to the mafia. What they didn’t know was how involved they were. Luckily, it didn’t change their opinion on them. My parents loved Layla and had met Dominic a couple years ago when they came up to New York to visit. My mother absolutely adored him. She’d even made comments on how I should’ve married a guy like him instead of Philip. If only I’d listened to her sooner.

All through the night there were replays in my head of the kiss. I’d been kissed by several men in my life, but nothing compared to the way Dominic made me feel. I didn’t want it to end. What I really wanted was to drag him into my room and rip off his clothes. That thought had crossed my mind more than once. What really caught me by surprise was what he said. He wanted me, and it was my turn to decide what to do with that information.

Looking out the window to the city below, everything seemed so simple, but yet, it wasn’t. I felt like I knew what I was getting in to, but what if I didn’t? I didn’t know the first thing about mafia life, the politics, or the dangers. Yes, I’d seen plenty of movies, but I didn’t know how accurate those were. A part of me had a feeling it was a lot worse outside the movie screen.

A knock had sounded on the door and my heart raced. I’d gotten up early to take my shower and get dressed. I didn’t know what the plan was for today, but I dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a flowy floral tank top with a pair of brown wedges. I wanted to be ready, even if I wasn’t exactly ready to see Dominic. I didn’t have an answer for him yet. Did I want to be with him? Hell yeah, but it was a big decision. My life would be altered in ways I couldn’t even imagine if I agreed to stay.

Taking a deep breath, I ran a hand through my hair and opened the door, only it wasn’t Dominic. “Isaiah,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

Dressed in his usual suit, he nodded once and held out an envelope. “This is for you. Give me a call when you’re ready.” Turning on his heel, he headed back down the hallway.

I glanced down at the envelope that had my name hand-written on the front. It was from Dominic. Closing the door, I slid my finger under the flap and sat down at the kitchen bar. When I pulled out the letter, a credit card with Dominic’s name fell out onto the counter along with a slip of paper with Isaiah’s phone number on it.

Faith,

Good morning. I hope you had a good night. I have some business to take care of today, but Isaiah is going to take you to get a dress for the gala. Feel free to get whatever you like, no matter the cost.

Dinner will be at six tonight if you want to join me.

Dominic

I pushed Dominic’s credit card away and shook my head. He’d already done too much for me. Not to mention, I had fifty thousand of his dollars in my bank account. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, only I wasn’t a hooker.

My phone rang and I rushed into the bedroom to grab it. It was the one person I’d desperately wanted to talk to, only I couldn’t call her last night because it was too late.

“Layla, oh my God, isn’t six in the morning where you’re at?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t sleep. Morning sickness is no joke. Plus, I have some things to tell you.”

“Me too,” I replied excitedly. “I’ve been dying to talk to you.”

She giggled. “You first then. I have to hear this.”

“Well, to start with, your brother’s going to drive me crazy. He put fifty thousand dollars in my bank account.”

Layla burst out laughing. “Wow. That’s a lot.”

I looked over at Dominic’s credit card on the counter. “He also gave me his credit card to go shopping. Does he do this a lot with women?”

She snorted. “Good God, no.” That was a relief. She obviously heard my sigh. “Why do you ask? Is something going on between you two?”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I laid my head on the counter. “What would you say if I said maybe?” The line went silent, but then I heard her snicker. My head snapped up and I stood. “Why did you laugh?”

Her laugh echoed through the phone. “Because I knew you two wouldn’t be able to resist. I’m not blind, Faith. Dominic’s always had a thing for you, and I know you did for him before you got married. It was only a matter of time before something happened.”

“It was just a kiss,” I said. “He took me to Violante’s last night, and when we got back, he kissed me. He said it’s up to me to decide what happens next.”

“Violante’s, huh? That’s a special place for him. He’s never taken anyone there.” The more time I spent with him, the more special he made me feel. “What are you going to do?” she asked. “Do you want to be with him?”

“Yes,” I answered wholeheartedly. “But I’ve been worried about what you would say. I know there was a time when you didn’t want me involved with your family.”

“That was before you knew what my family was, Faith. I love my brother and I want to see you both happy. You’ll be good for him. He told Bryce that one day he plans on leaving New York and leading a normal life. I keep hoping for that to happen.” I couldn’t imagine Dominic anywhere but in New York, but it’d definitely be a lot safer if he did. Even though I wasn’t afraid of his lifestyle, it’d make me feel a lot better about being with him. Layla cleared her throat. “However, if he ever hurts you, we’re going to have problems.”

That made me laugh. “That’s what I’m worried about, Layla. I’ve been hurt before and I don’t want it to happen again.”

She sighed. “I know. Maybe give it some time before you jump into a relationship if you’re worried.”

Unfortunately, that was the last thing I wanted to do. Patience was never a virtue of mine. With Dominic, I didn’t want to wait to be with him. I didn’t know if I could.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked, switching the subject.

“Oh, my God, you’re going to love this. It’s good news. We got the call in late last night.”

Excitement jolted through me. “What is it?”

“Okay, here it goes. Bryce did some digging and we found some dirt on Philip’s lawyer. He’s been having an affair.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” I said, laughing. “Could be some good blackmail.”

“Exactly. The slimy bastard deserves it. Randall’s not going to want that getting out to the public, especially since the woman he’s screwing around with is Senator Joseph Montgomery’s wife. He’s way more powerful than Randall. Talk about career suicide.”

That was exactly what I needed to hear. It felt like everything was finally falling into place. “Think he’ll admit to Philip tricking me to sign those papers?” I asked.

“I have no doubt. Bryce and I are going to schedule a meeting with him on Monday. If Randall’s smart he’ll have everything taken care of by Tuesday. You’ll get all your money back.”

“Yeah, about that,” I mentioned sheepishly. I was pretty sure she didn’t know about what Dominic had done at the condo.

“Oh no, what did you do?”

“Well,” I said, pacing back and forth across the floor, “Dominic had a moving company come in and clean out the condo. I sold everything that was in it. The money should be coming to me today.”

Layla chuckled. “Seriously? Why am I not surprised?”

“Will I get in trouble for it?”

She scoffed. “Um … no. Philip owes you a whole hell of a lot more than that. If he wants to avoid jail time, he’ll give you anything you want.”

What I wanted was the past five years of my life back. “With the money I’m getting from everything in the condo, I should be good. I just want to be done with Philip. I don’t want to see or talk to him ever again.”

“All right, I’ll make it known when I see Randall.”

“Thanks, Layla. All I want is for Philip to know he didn’t get away with screwing me over. That’s not how the world works. Hopefully, karma bites him in the ass someday soon.”

Layla laughed. “Oh, it will, don’t worry. I’m just glad it’s all coming to an end.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Me too. Now I can go out and enjoy life. Thank you for doing this for me.”

“No problem. Now go out and have fun. Maybe you and Dominic can celebrate together.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” I questioned.

She snorted. “You’re my best friend, Faith. And like I said, you’ll be good for him.”

We said our goodbyes and I felt like I was on top of the world. Philip was about to get screwed up the ass and I was finally going to get the happiness I deserved. I grabbed Isaiah’s number off the counter and typed out a text. It was time to go shopping for a gala dress.

 

***

 

Spending the day with Isaiah felt like old times, only Layla wasn’t with us. When we were in college, he used to be her bodyguard at times. I’d always been too nervous to talk to him. He was a giant, about a foot taller than me and I was five foot eight. With being a bodyguard, I could see why he needed to be serious. He looked to be in his late thirties with a shaved head and a well-built muscular body, but there was no sign of a wedding band. I felt bad for having him drive me everywhere when I could easily go shopping on my own. Apparently, Dominic didn’t want me alone. Now I knew how Layla felt with a bodyguard. People stared curiously at me every time Isaiah went with me to a store. You could look at him and tell he was security. What I found most amusing was that people snuck photos of me, thinking I wouldn’t notice. Guess they thought I was someone famous. I had to admit, it was kind of fun.

Isaiah took me all over the city until I found the perfect dress. It was deep purple in color and strapless with a little bit of beading across the bust; very elegant and beautiful. I even had Isaiah stop by the Magnolia Bakery on the way back to the hotel so I could pick up some of their famous banana pudding and a couple of vanilla cupcakes. If I was going to celebrate, I was going to do it right.

Isaiah pulled into the parking garage, and I grabbed my bags. “Thank you for everything, Isaiah. I really appreciate it.”

He parked the car and opened my door. “You’re welcome. Do you want me to get those?”

He nodded toward my bags, and I shook my head. “I got it. Thank you though.” We walked to the elevator and he pressed the button. “So,” I said, looking up at him. The entire day he’d spent keeping his eyes on everything around us, but this time, he met my gaze which I didn’t expect.

“Yes?” he asked.

Nervously, I cleared my throat. The man was intimidating, and I could see a darkness behind those bright green of his. “Do you like your job?”

He nodded. “For the most part.”

The elevator doors opened and we stepped inside. “Are you always on the clock or do you get to go out and have fun?”

His lips tilted slightly. “I’m well taken care of Ms. Hilliard. I can’t complain.”

With Dominic having his fair share of women over the years, I guess it was easy to assume that a man with Isaiah’s looks would have his as well. “Have you always wanted to be a bodyguard?” I wondered.

He shrugged. “Yes and no. My father watched over the Corsinos until he died in a car accident. He owed them a huge debt, and to pay it off, he had to work for them. The debt then extended to me. Dominic tried to release me from it, but I wanted to stay on. This life is all I know.”

That made me respect Dominic even more. The elevator opened and we walked into the lobby toward the private elevator that’d take us up to the top floor. “Faith?” a voice called out.

I circled around to see where the voice came from. Sitting on one of the lobby couches was an old friend of mine from college, Samuel Hill. I hadn’t seen him in five years. He looked the same with his blond hair and playful brown eyes that reminded me of a puppy dog. We were study partners, and both graduated with Business degrees.

“Sam,” I squealed, rushing over to him. “What in the world are you doing here?”

He stood and hugged me. “I’m meeting a client here for dinner. Figured I’d show up a little bit early.”

“It’s so good to see you. It’s been too long.” I let him go and stepped back. Isaiah came up beside me, and Sam peered up at him nervously. Isaiah had that effect on people.

“I have to go,” Isaiah said, his voice low. “Will you be okay down here?”

“Of course. I’m going to catch up with Sam for a few and then I’ll be up.”

Isaiah nodded and stared at Sam for a few seconds before leaving. It took all I had not to laugh. Once Isaiah was out of sight, Sam breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought your boyfriend was going to kill me.”

I burst out laughing. “Isaiah’s not my boyfriend.” Then it hit me, I didn’t know who to say he was. “Actually, I’m going through a divorce.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “Did you marry Philip Mackenzie?”

I nodded. “Unfortunately. Things should be finalized next week. Then, I won’t have to deal with any of his mess again.” The day I found out he cheated I’d gotten all necessary paperwork together to change my name back to Hilliard. I didn’t want any connection to him whatsoever, other than our law firm, but I knew that was lost.

Sam shook his head. “I’m so sorry, Faith. I knew back in college that he was a douche bag.”

“You and everyone else,” I replied, laughing. “Just wish I’d have listened to my gut.”

“Are you and Layla still friends?” he asked. He’d had the biggest crush on her during college, but he never asked her out.

“Of course. I talked to her just this morning. She’s married and living in Wyoming now.”

“Wow,” he said, looking disappointed. “I missed my chance. I saw on the news about her father and their family. Who would’ve thought they’d have ties to the mafia.”

They didn’t just have ties, they were part of the mafia. “Yeah, it’s been craziness,” was all I could say.

We both laughed and he nodded toward the restaurant bar. “Want to grab a drink with me while I wait on my client? I still have a few minutes.”

I glanced over at the clock behind the check in desk. It was still early and dinner wasn’t going to be ready until six. “Sure. I’d love to.”

We walked over to the bar and I set my bags and purse down on the floor. Sam chuckled when he noticed my Magnolia Bakery bag. “Let me guess, banana pudding?”

Grinning wide, I nodded. “And cupcakes. Old habits die hard. I can’t live without it.” The bartender came over, a young woman with short black hair and glasses, and took my order. “What have you been up to the past few years?” I asked, focusing back on Sam. “I haven’t heard anything from you since we graduated.”

The bartender gave Sam his gin and tonic and he took a sip. “I opened up a brewery in Hoboken. It’s called District 8. Ever heard of it?”

I shook my head. “No, but it sounds awesome though.” The bartender set my Bloody Mary down and smiled before walking off.

Sam brushed his shoulder off. “Not trying to brag, but it kind of is. It’s done really well the past couple of years. We supply a lot of our beers and wines at big events.”

“That’s great,” I said, tasting my drink. “Right now, I’m not doing much of anything other than being Layla’s brother’s assistant. That’s only because I lost my job at the law firm when Philip decided to screw me over.”

Sam about choked on his drink. “You work for Dominic Corsino?”

I bit my lip. “Yeah, kind of, but not really.” I didn’t know how to label it.

“He’s supposed to be at the party I’m working at tomorrow night. Are you going to be there?”

That caught me off guard. “Seriously? You’re going to be at the gala?”

He nodded. “I’m meeting Cadoc Cartwright here to discuss the details. When he mentioned the Corsinos, I knew the party would be a huge money maker.”

That was for certain. “It will,” I said, still surprised. “And yes, I’ll be there.”

His smile brightened. “Great. You’ll have to try out my signature beers. Maybe after the party you can sample some of them and tell me what you think?” Then, as if everything shifted, his eyes focused on something over my shoulder. “Or maybe not?” he said, his voice low.

I didn’t realize what was going on until a familiar voice echoed behind me. “There you are.” Dominic’s voice made everything inside of me tighten. I turned to find him leaning against the bar with a smile on his face.
“Hey,” I said.

His grin widened. “Hey. Isaiah said you were down here.” He glanced over at Sam and held out his hand. “I’m Dominic Corsino. You are?”

Sam coughed nervously. “Sam Hill. I’m a friend of Faith’s.” He shook Dominic’s hand, almost cautiously as if Dominic was going to do something bad. It was strange how others were afraid of him. I’d seen Dominic’s softer side, the side that would never hurt anyone.

“We went to college together,” I stated. “Sam had a huge crush on Layla.” I wanted to make sure Dominic knew there was nothing going on. Some women loved making the men they were with jealous, but I had no desire to play games.

Dominic’s smile widened. “Good to know.”

“He’s also working at the gala tomorrow night. Sam owns District 8 Brewing Company.”

A look of respect passed across Dominic’s face, especially when he focused back on Sam. “I’ve heard your beers are some of the best. I look forward to trying them.”

Sam beamed. “Thank you. I hope you like them.”

Dominic leaned in close, his voice by my ear. “Still coming up for dinner?”

I finished the last of my Bloody Mary in one gulp. “Yep. We can go right now.”

The bartender recognized Dominic and hurried over. “Can I get you anything Mr. Corsino?”

Dominic shook his head. “Just put their drinks on my tab, please.”

“Will do, sir,” she said.

Dominic grabbed my bags off the floor and I stood. “We’ll see you tomorrow night, Sam.”

Sam stood and smiled. “I look forward to it.”

I turned to walk away, and Dominic walked closely by my side as we headed toward the private elevator. “How was your day?” he asked.

“Pretty good. I found a dress and I ran into an old friend.”

We stopped at the elevator and his gaze bored into mine. “Yeah, I saw that. Isaiah told me you ran into someone. Thought I better check it out and see who.”

It took all I had not to smile, and I completely failed. “Were you jealous?”

He shrugged, but then grinned back. “Maybe a little. It’s not easy letting you out of my sight. I already know Reed wants you.”

The elevator door opened and he followed me inside, the air around us growing even more electric than before. “You have nothing to worry about,” I said.

Dominic moved closer. “Don’t I?”

How the hell was I supposed to control myself around him? My restraint grew weaker every second I was around him. I took the Magnolia Bakery bag from it and held it close to my chest without smashing the cupcakes. “Actually, you do. This is all mine.”

Dominic chuckled. “Oh yeah?”

He playfully tried to grab the bag and I squealed. “You can’t have any. I’m ready for dinner to be over so I can eat it all.”

Once the elevator opened, we walked across the hall to his suite. “I already know about your obsession with the bakery. Layla used to go there all the time with you.” He opened his door and held it for me.

I never knew he paid attention to things like that. Even my own husband forgot what my favorite things were. I walked in to his living room and set my things down on the coffee table. “Speaking of Layla, she called me this morning. I didn’t want to bother you.” The excitement I’d felt when Layla told me came back with a vengeance. I couldn’t wait to tell him.

Dominic’s lips pursed. “You never bother me, Faith. You can call me anytime you want.”

My stomach fluttered. “I’ll remember that.”

He waved me on. “Tell me. What’d she say?”

A big smile spread across my face. “They found out that Philip’s lawyer is having an affair with a senator’s wife. This is huge. Either he admits to Philip tricking me or his affair goes public.”

Dominic chuckled. “Fucking moron. I knew Layla would find something.”

I nodded. “She’s hoping to have everything finalized by Tuesday. I’ll finally be free. Of Philip, of everything.”

His eyes darkened. “He hasn’t tried to call you, has he?”

“Surprisingly, no. Why?”

He shrugged. “Just asking. I might’ve paid him a little visit while you were cleaning out your office.”

Mouth gaping, I stared at him as if he’d lost his mind, but in a way, it was kind of a turn on. “What did you say?”

A sexy smile spread across his lips. “I might’ve told him thank you for being such a fuck up.”

“And?” I prodded. “What else?”

Dominic stepped closer. “I also said that if he tried to contact you, I’d break his legs. He wanted to see you, so I stopped him.”

The only way I wanted to see Philip again was to watch karma kick him in the ass. Chills ran down my spine. People did crazy things when backed into a corner. Philip was about to get a rude awakening. “You don’t think Philip will try anything stupid when all of this backfires on him, do you?”

Dominic lifted his hands to my face, towering over me protectively. “If he does, he has to go through me first. Want to know what else I told him?”

“What?” I whispered, wishing he’d kiss me.

“I told him that you’re mine.”

I sucked in a breath. “I am?”

He nodded. “I want you to be. But again, I don’t want to keep you here if you want to be somewhere else.”

There was no thinking twice about it. I knew where I wanted to be. Sliding my hands up his chest, I closed the distance between us. “I don’t want to be anywhere else. I want to be right here.” His eyes searched mine, but I didn’t waste any time. I pressed my lips to his and he growled deep in his chest, moving his arms around my waist to hold me tight. My skin was on fire, desperate to feel his touch. He opened my lips further and I moaned, my body wanting more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he murmured, breaking the kiss.

I sucked in a breath. “Probably as long as I have.”

He slid his hands under my shirt and ran his fingers over my bare back. My whole body trembled, and he smiled. “We have some time before dinner. What do you want to do?”

My gaze turned to the hallway where just a couple doors down lie his bedroom. My mind told me to be cautious, but my heart and body was ready. Looking up at Dominic, I nipped his bottom lip, loving the sound of his groan. “Let’s go to your room,” I said, rubbing my body against his.

Eyes dark with need, he picked me up in his arms. “You sure?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Yes. I’m ready.”

He kissed me again, his lips trailing down my neck as he carried me down the hall. I’d never felt such intensity with a kiss before. It was an overwhelmingly erotic sensation, like my body wasn’t equipped to handle it, but I wanted to keep going, to see how far I could go. I never knew feelings like that existed.

Dominic carried me to his room and laid me on his king-sized bed, his scent surrounding me. The room was dark, except for the light from the hallway filtering in, but I could see his face as he stared down at me with raw, hunger-filled eyes.

After kicking off my shoes, I moved farther up the mattress and rested my head on one of his pillows. Dominic crawled on the bed and laid beside me, propped up on his elbow. He traced the hem of my shirt with his finger, lightly grazing my skin underneath. Chill bumps fanned out over my flesh, making him smile. “I love that my touch does that to you.”

I bit my lip. “It does a lot more than that.” My center grew wet and I rubbed my legs together to create the friction I craved.

Groaning, he rolled on top of me and parted my legs with his knee. His gray gaze was smoldering hot as he brought his mouth down over mine, softly at first, but then demanding, as our tongues twisted together. “I want more,” he rasped.

“Take it, it’s yours,” I breathed back.

Dominic tore my shirt and bra away, and once my skin was exposed his hands were all over me, massaging and kneading. He squeezed my breasts with his rough hands, and pinched my nipples, making me cry out in both pleasure and pain. To ease the sharpness of the sensation, he licked and sucked each taut nipple while thrusting his arousal between my legs.

His hands fumbled with the button of my jeans, and slowly slipped his hand inside. Deftly, he entered me with his fingers and groaned against my lips. “Fuck, Faith, you’re so damn wet. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I breathed, arching my back off the bed, pushing my breasts in the air.

Dominic laughed a deep, husky sound. “Soon, baby. We have plenty of time.” He pulled my pants and underwear down, tossing them to the floor.

I was naked, aching to the point I thought I’d go crazy, and he wanted to take things slow. I don’t think so. Narrowing my gaze, I scowled. “You’re evil, you know that?”

“That’s right. But now that I have you, I can take all the time I want.”

Taking him by the shoulders, I pushed him over and straddled my bare body on top of his. His clothes were still on, but that was about to change. “We’ll see about that.” His cock bulged against his pants, and I stroked my hand over it as I moved against him.

Dominic’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and he hissed, “If you keep doing that, there’s no way I’ll be able to hold out. It’s been too long.”

I smirked, fully aroused at the thought of turning him on so thoroughly. “That’s the whole point,” I muttered seductively.

Pulling his pants down enough to free him, I took his arousal in my hand and massaged him hard, gliding my palm up and down his length. Dominic sighed and closed his eyes, sucking in a ragged breath as I bent down and flicked the tip with my tongue.

His body jerked and he moaned. “Fuck.”

Smiling, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked. He tasted so good. His balls were loose in my hands, and I rolled them around gently as I sucked him off.

Breathing hard, Dominic grasped me by the shoulders. “Faith, I need you to stop.”

I teased him for a few more seconds before releasing him, staring up at him with a triumphant smile. He rolled me onto my back and took off his shirt, before pinning me down on the soft mattress. Biting one of my nipples, he sucked it greedily, causing me to scream out.

Reaching over to his bedside table, he fumbled in the drawer until I heard the crinkling of a wrapper. I was breathless underneath him, and my heart pounded with anticipation. Dominic opened the foil packet and rolled the condom down his length. I was on birth control, but I could tell him another night.

Caging me between his arms, my hands grabbed his hair to pull him closer. He settled himself between my legs, and I spread them wide. The tip of his cock pressed against my opening, and he circled it around, preparing me for what was to come.

Gazing into my eyes, Dominic rubbed his nose against mine and slowly began kissing me again. With short, easy thrusts he entered me gently. I hissed with the initial pain, but it slowly ebbed away. The fullness of him inside of me was erotic and sensual; the pain of his cock stretching me wide was a good hurt. It’d been a long time since I’d been with a man.

“Are you okay?” he asked, slowing his thrusts.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pushed my hips into his. “Does that answer your question?” I moaned.

Dominic continued his slow rhythm for a while, before picking up speed, pounding his flesh against mine. I was on the brink of losing control, and I was sure he could feel it by the way my insides tightened around his cock.

“Let go, Faith. Come for me,” Dominic murmured in my ear. Those words were all it took to send me over the edge.

I cried out his name, clenching my legs tight around his waist. I dug my nails into his back and trembled relentlessly. My orgasm came hot and swift, pouring over my body as I rode each delicious wave of pleasure. Dominic grunted loudly as he came, thrusting hard as he released.

We were both breathing hard and exhausted, but there was still a throbbing ache between my legs demanding more. He gently slid out of me and took off the condom, throwing it in the wastebasket beside his bed. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. “You were so tight and wet, I about lost my mind.”

I smiled lazily at him, fully relaxed but ready for another round.

A concerned look was in his eyes. “Are you sore? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I moved my hips around to gauge the pain. “I’m a little sore, but it felt good. I could do it all over again.”

Groaning, he looked down at his cock. “Do you see what you do to me? I don’t think I’m going to be able to let you out of this bed if you keep teasing me.”

Smiling, I bit my lip and rubbed his cock. “We have a little bit of time before dinner. Think of it as an appetizer. Then, we can come back for dessert.”

Dominic reached over and grabbed another condom from his dresser. “You’re too much, you know that?” It was then I noticed a skull tattoo on his back. I’d never seen it before. I had to remember to ask him about it later.

“You have no idea,” I said, taking the condom from him. “No idea at all.”