“Yes.” I met his gaze, voice dropping. “Remembering the time you fucked me so good I couldn’t do anything but scream your name.”
His smirk darkened, his body tensing just enough for me to see the effect my words had on him. “Princess, there are people outside. As much as I’d love to make you cum right now, I can’t.”
I ran my fingers along his arm, deliberately slow. “Are you saying you can’t make me cum in five minutes? That sounds like a challenge.”
Nick’s jaw twitched. “Princess, you know I love a challenge.”
I rose onto my toes, brushing my lips against his ear. “Prove it.”
His control snapped. In an instant, his belt hit the floor, and he had me pressed against the desk, my legs spreading wide to welcome him?—
“Niccolo, I?—”
A sharp voice cut through the heat, followed by a horrified gasp.
“Niccolo! We are at work! What are you two doing?!” Bianca quickly covers her eyes as if she just walked in on a porno shoot.
Nick scrambled to pull up his pants. “M-Mama, we?—”
Cheeks burning, I hopped off the desk, smoothing my shirt, trying to breathe.
“At work? Seriously? You can’t wait until the rush dies down at least?” Bianca scolded, eyes wide with exasperation. “Signore, aiuta i miei figli. Perdona loro i loro peccati.”Lord, help my children.Forgive them for their sins.With a muttered prayer and the motion of the cross sign in the air, she walked off.
“Mama, we’re married!” Nick called after her.
I buried my face against his chest, laughing. “That was humiliating.”
Nick smirked, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “No, actually, getting caught while I’m inside you would be humiliating.”
I swatted his chest, rolling my eyes. “Come on. Let’s get back to work.”
I was tying my apron as I weaved through the dining area, the hum of conversations blending with the clatter of silverware. When I reached my table, I stopped short. A woman with short black hair sat there, hunched over the menu, sunglasses hiding her eyes. Something about her posture—rigid, hesitant—made my stomach twist.
This customer should make this an interesting experience.
I forced a polite smile and pulled out my notepad. “Good evening, miss. Would you like anything besides water to drink?”
She hesitated. “No, just water. I’ve been sober for a month.”
My fingers stiffened around my pen. Slowly, I lifted my gaze from my notepad to my customer’s face. Something about her seemed… familiar. The way she held herself, the curve of her jaw.
My breath caught.
“Mom?” My voice barely made it out. “W-what are you doing here?”
She tilted her head, a small smile forming. “This place is amazing. I’ve been following the reviews, checking the Instagram page.” She inhaled, her voice warm but tentative. “Looks like you’re part of the reason it’s so popular. I’m proud of you, sweetie.”
A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed it down and lifted a hand. “Mom, don’t. I don’t need your approval.”
Her smile faltered. She folded her hands in her lap, staring down.
She looked… good. Healthier than the last time I saw her. The dark circles that had clung to her skin were gone, and in their place, a glow—one I hadn’t seen in years.
I exhaled, running a hand over my face. “Did you dye your hair?”
She hesitated before answering. “It’s a wig.”
My brows knitted together. “Are you—what? Auditioning for a role or something?”
