He pulled back long enough to answer. “Absolutely. All other women are dead to me.”
We kissed longer with my arms wrapped around Frankie’s neck. The desire to say more clawed at me. Too much fear surrounded us for my mouth to open. I’d given up so much I wasn’t sure I had more to give in the form of heartfelt admissions, so our bodies had to do the talking.
He touched me, and my thoughts spiraled out until I pulled back, my eyes wide in horror.
“What, Cara Mia?” Frankie questioned, fear in his own eyes growing.
“But I’m not Italian.” Didn’t the mob have a rule that to marry into the mob you had to keep it in certain genealogical lines? We were mostly Irish but had a lot of German in my family as well. We were basically common American mutt.
Frankie chuckled and went back to kissing until I pulled away. “Frankie, this is serious.”
“Seriously, I don’t care, Cara Mia. No one in my family tells me what to do. You watch too much of The Godfather. In this generation, we don’t have such rules. At least not this far down the family line.”
“You promise? You might change your mind if you decide to make Italian babies one day?” more of my fears came to the surface. “Then you’ll put a ring on her Italian finger,” I said, hitting him on the shoulder. “It’s an important conversation.”
“I’m not sure you want to hear my thoughts on the matter?” he asked.
“Absolutely I do,” I said.
“Would it take your fears away to wear my ring on your finger?”
I pulled back, my eyes wide. “You did not just say that?”
Frankie laughed in silent assurance he did.
His fingers inched closer. “Why are you always questioning my commitment? I think as payback, you need to take off your underwear and ride my cock in this chair as an apology.”
I pulled back from him as his finger slipped into my panties and caused me to jerk. It wasn’t the crassness of his words that stopped me in my tracks, but something else.
“You were just tasered less than an hour ago. No one is giving you any happy times.” I stuck my face right next to his. “Me or anyone else.” He wasn’t the only one who could be possessive.
Frankie used our nearness to return the kiss. “I’m fine. But what I need to know is that you’re safe. I want to feel your skin against mine as a reminder you’re still here and you always will be.”
How did the man know exactly what to say to get me to do his bidding? I did an amazing job ignoring the bulge in his pants, but as his tongue pressed past my lips and his hand found my breast, fantasies of how to use his office chair became too much.
With Frankie watching, I repositioned myself so I straddled his legs and went up on my knees as my hands fumbled with his belt buckle.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Frankie said and my fingers stilled.
“You don’t want to do this? Are you hurt?” Only a man in terrible pain turned down sex in his office.
He shook his head. “I want you to stand up and climb up over my desk so I can stare at your ass while you take off your underwear.”
Fuck me. Normally in relationships, I became the bossy one, but it was so much easier to let Frankie take control. I scrambled off his lap and twisted around, giving him my back as I leaned over his desk.
“Higher,” he said, grabbing on to my calves and pushing until my knees hit the hardwood of his desktop.
His breath brushed the back of my legs and then my ass as he lifted the skirt higher, exposing me to the cool air of the room. My legs were tight together as he pulled my underwear and his tongue followed the crease as he exposed more of me.
He pushed on my hips, tipping me forward until I balanced on my elbows and he buried his face deep between my legs, stretching my underwear to the side.
His tongue—hard, stiff, and wet—drew a moan out of me as it circled my puckered back hole and my whole body tensed. Then he moved lower and lapped at the space before his fingers found my clit and his tongue dipped itself into my slit.
My knees wobbled as Frankie ate me out, his finger pressed on my nib. His other hand released his belt the rest of the way, and he pulled his hard cock free from his pants. I dropped my head, giving myself a better view, and watched as he fisted himself a few times, taking the bead of pre-cum that covered his tip on his index finger.
Seconds later he released himself, leaving room for me to move, and those fingers found my back entrance. He rubbed circles over the puckered skin and I bucked, almost losing my balance. My knees wobbled and right as the tip of his finger slipped past the opening of my opening, I screamed when my orgasm hit. My legs gave way, and I fell to the table, trapping one of Frankie’s hands underneath me.
He let me lie there for a moment as he pulled his hand out and then covered his body over mine, placing us back into the chair, my back to his chest. “I think I could fall in love with you,” I said, letting my head roll against his shoulder.
