“I’m dying for the ravioli,” she told me as she came out in one of her old stage dresses. “What?” she asked, pausing at the look I shot her. “Too much?”
It was the same dress she’d been wearing the first time I’d seen her, back when I couldn’t stop myself from walking up to her, from asking her out. Like I’d known from the moment I’d seen her. But had just written it off as attraction at first.
“Come here,” I demanded.
Her brows pinched, but she walked up in front of me.
I reached out, sliding my hand under her skirt, then drawing her panties down.
“Wanted to do this the first time I saw you in that dress,” I told her, leaning forward as my hands ruched up her skirt until it caught around her waist. Then I ducked my head and ran my tongue up the center of her.
A choked moan escaped her as her hands slapped down on my head, holding me against her as I licked and sucked, driving her up the way I knew she liked.
But she wasn’t satisfied with just that.
She pulled back, pushed me against the cushions, then climbed onto my lap.
Her hand went between us, working my cock out of my pants, then sliding it down her wet pussy before lifting up and sinking down.
Her moan mingled with my groan as she took me to the base.
She rode me hard and fast, our breaths going fast and shallow, our heartbeats hammering, her moans filling the apartment as she drove herself up.
Then she was shaking on the verge.
Before her walls were clenching around me as she came, the sensation taking me with her.
Her face was in my neck after, breath panting, body trembling softly.
“Now I have to go clean up,” she said, shooting me small eyes when she sat back.
“Don’t worry. They’ll find a table for us no matter when we show up.”
“The perks of sleeping with someone so well connected,” she teased, climbing off my lap and rushing into the bathroom.
Then we went to get her ravioli.
Roe - 1 year
It wasn’ttechnicallyour anniversary since we weren’t married yet. But it was the one-year anniversary of the night we met, the night that changed everything for both of us.
It was something I needed to celebrate.
And I’d been working on it for months, thanks to the salary that had steadily come in from Remo down in Atlantic City.
Milo was out of town, thanks to a favor I asked of Luca Grassi to, essentially, get rid of him for a few days so I could get this done without him.
It started a while back with the tank designers.
Then the contractors because this kind of tank required support from below.
Which meant I was basically sneaking people into the house for the past few months to do work without Milo knowing. Though basically his whole familydidknow, so I felt less weird about it.
But the lally columns and beams were in place.
The tank had been built.
The water and plants that had been carefully cultivated for months so they had the perfect pH were all in place, along with fun hides, filters, and all that jazz.
