Fabio
Her feet pedaled awkwardly in the air. “Are you crazy? Put me down.”
The only reason I’d do that was to get my phone and film the glorious moment where she actually laughed. She’d looked silly and goofy and gorgeous, and the list of things I wanted to redo with Gabriella doubled. Kiss her and make her laugh.
Which I was determined to redo. Tonight.
But I wouldn’t put her down because even though getting that rare, beautiful laugh on camera was a huge accomplishment, having her in my hold even while she was kicking me was more precious.
I didn’t have an explanation why I felt this way, but I loved teasing—and touching—this woman more than anyone else. She made me feel like a nervous boy that didn’t know how to grab the attention of the girl he liked except by picking on her.
And her closeness, unlike everybody else’s, I wasn’t counting the minutes to end. I wanted it to last as long as possible.
Iwantedit. Period.
When we were in the car, I expected her to give me one of her lectures or glares, even snap at me for tricking her into a promise she didn’t want to make or the ass caress or the lift, but she resigned to an eerie silence.
I cleared my throat. “Potato Sack to Lady Brighton, do you copy?”
Arms crossed, she looked through the window. “It’s best if I don’t.”
“Because you’re gonna snap at me for being a dick? Just do it. Get it all out. I deserve it.”
“Strangely, I’ve lost any interest in reprimanding you.”
She lost interest? “Ouch. I got you that mad you gave up on me already? Maybe if I say something even more infuriating, you’ll be interested again?”
She snorted. “Don’t think so. You passed the asshole threshold I could tolerate hours ago. Adding up to it wouldn’t make any difference.” Her eyes graced me with a glance. “But if I’m being honest, I’m not mad at you, Fabio.”
“Should I take that as a good thing?” At least, when she was mad at me, she acknowledged me. “I mean, I practically blackmailed you into…you know. How are you not mad?”
“Maybe blackmail is my fetish.”
Whaaaaat? Slowly, I tilted my head to study her face, a wolfish grin on my mouth. “Lady Brighton, you’re full of surprises. Okay. I can work with that.”
“Good God. That was a joke.”
“No. Lady Brighton doesn’t joke. I’m not falling for this. It’s okay, babe. I don’t judge. No kinkshaming is a strict rule in our policy, and your secret is safe with me.” I gave her another sly grin. “As long as you do everything I tell you to do.”
She laughed. She fucking shook with laughter. Fuck it. I was getting this on camera. I skid the car to a halt and got out my phone.
“The hell are you doing?” she shouted, still laughing.
“Documenting this moment in history to prove to the future generations Fabio Zappa is the only man that conquered Gabrielle Brighton’s epic frown and succeeded at making her laugh.”
She held a hand up, blocking the camera. “You’re nuts, Fabio Zappa.”
I saved the video before I put the phone away and resumed driving. “Youare driving me nuts, Lady Brighton.”
When we reached her building, and she let me walk her in, I wondered if she really was going to let me have my way as promised and wasn’t brewing a prank to get back at me once we were in her apartment.
At the same time, my heart was banging at the possibility she was going to let me give her the night she deserved, as if I were a virgin about to get my cock wet for the first time. And when she bit her lip on a nervous smile as we waited for the elevator, my Gabi-virgin cock jerked hard, begging to come out and play.
She flinched when the elevator dinged. Then she took a deep breath and entered.
When I didn’t get in right away, she glanced up at me, barely holding my gaze. “Are you coming?”
