Francisco Martinelli.
“Him? And you say it’s a good review?”
In the midst of pouring himself a cup of coffee, Mike set the cup on the counter. “Good? No.Amazing.Read it, Torre.”
As I made my way through the review, Frisco moved behind me and read over my shoulder. His breath drifted past my cheek, and the strong planes of his chest pressed between my shoulder blades. It was not an unpleasant place to be, and I might’ve shifted, settling him more firmly against me.
“That’s a great review,” Frisco said, “and every word is true. The meal I had was delicious.”
Frisco’s voice rumbled through me, reaching deep inside my slowly melting bones, and as happy as I was for Mike, I still wished he’d leave.
“Yeah, and the guy who reviewed it is a real dick, so the fact that he loves the food makes it even better.”
Frisco stiffened, and not in a good way. His arms tightened around me hard.
“Ow, damn.” I pushed him off me. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong? Nothing. Why is that reviewer a dick? Have you ever met him?”
Mike snorted and shook his head. “As if. That shithead wouldn’t want to hear what I have to say about him. I mean, it’s great that he loved Mangia, but I’ve seen his reviews. He shreds people. Torre and I talk about it. Personally, I think he gets off on it.”
“Sounds like a hell of a guy.”
“A dick. Like I said.” A twinkle lit up Mike’s eyes. “Not that I don’t want to keep talking about my restaurant or asshole reviewers, but you didn’t answer my question. Did I interrupt…something?”
I winced at the shit-eating, cheesy grin on Mike’s face, but I was more shocked at Frisco’s answer.
“Not yet, but give me an hour.”
“Daaamn.” Mike cackled and smacked the counter. “I knew it. All righty, then. I’ll leave.”
“No, don’t. Tell me about this review. What do you think it will do for you?” Frisco reached around me to take the phone, caging me in even closer to his chest. As he read, he rested his other hand on my hip with easy familiarity and idly stroked me. Warmth burst in my chest, not from desire, but because he showed interest in me beyond having sex.
“A review like that from one of the top magazines in the city is better than any advertising I could pay for,” Mike explained. “Plus, this particular reviewer is so fucking petty and nitpicky, for him to say my food—wait, let me find the quote. Here. Listen to this: …hits the palate and wakes it up from the doldrums of standard Italian cuisine to elevate it far beyond what one might expect, in this unassuming yet totally charming Brooklyn restaurant. I found the freshness of the food unparalleled, and the fact that it’s not only locally sourced, but the chef himself grows the vegetables, is irresistible. Make your reservations now, because once people discover this hidden gem, you won’t be able to get a seat.”
“That’s good,” Frisco said. “Like I said, he’s correct.”
“Thanks. But now I really am gonna leave and get back home to work on next week’s specials. Torre, your suggestions were the bomb, and I’m gonna put a recipe on the website. Love you, bro.” The shit-eating grin appeared again. “Frisco, he’s really ticklish, if you didn’t know yet.”
I flipped him the bird, while behind me, Frisco shook with silent laughter. “Make sure the door hits your ass on the way out,” I called after him. “Hard.”
“Speaking of hard,” Frisco breathed in my ear, and at the thrill of promise in his voice, my cock filled. His fingers dipped below the waistband of my sweats and tugged them until they fell. His own had also disappeared, and his stiff erection pressed in the cleft of my ass. I gasped.
“Oh, God.” I rocked into him, shocked at the speed he’d brought me to the brink. I tilted my face to meet his lips, and we kissed, messy, hot, and deep, my fingers curling into my palms as we stood in the kitchen with the morning sunlight filtering through the slats of the shutters. “Frisco, please, oh, oh,damn.”
Without warning my orgasm hit and I came, Frisco holding my quaking body through its spasms. He mouthed my shoulder, neck, and collarbone, and I hummed with unrestrained pleasure.
“You’re beautiful when you come.” Frisco’s tongue licked down my throat. “Those big brown eyes glow, your skin flushes all hot and red, and you suck your lower lip between your teeth.” He sighed. “So fucking sexy. What are you doing to me?” He held me at the throat and kissed me on my jaw.
Lazy, warm, and sated, I dropped to my knees. “Take a guess.”
