“Baby.” I bounce harder, rocking into his pelvis. The burn from my thighs travels up my body, heating my skin.
He switches to the other breast, tugging my nipple between his teeth. I jerk at the flick of his tongue.
“Whose dick are you riding?”
“Mine,” I gasp, galloping like a horse at Pimlico.
“Whose pussy is choking this dick?”
“Yours,” I moan.
“Don’t you fucking forget it.” Benny sucks my lip into his mouth and meets me thrust for thrust.
The muscles in his thighs tense as he spills inside me. Thank the contraceptive angels for my implant.
Benny grunts as I reach between us through hard strokes, stirring his dick back to life.
“Trouble,” he moans.
I lick my fingers clean and offer my tongue for him to suck.
What can I say? I’m a freak too.
“I’m worth every euro, and don’t you forget it.”
Stephanie
Is it safe to come in? I had to cover Ms. Lionara’s ears with your opera shouts.
Shut up! I’m a newlywed.
Stephanie
All of Sicily knows. We hear you.
Benny’s study is now a joint venture. He sticks to his desk behind rows of bookcases. I’m closer to the door, next to the columns of books reaching for the ceiling. We need the space. Otherwise, we’d be fucking each other all day like we don’t have work to do.
I jot down a few notes for myself on which files to tackle next. Interviews will resume now that we’ve returned from our honeymoon. There’s still a lot of ground to cover.
“Knock, knock! Y’all better be dressed!” Stephanie marches in with the dogs. Hades makes a beeline for me. My clingy baby wasn’t happy I was away and tried to push Benny out of the bed last night.
“Look at you, making friends and not being chased.” I rub Hades’s ears. He snorts, circles the space in front of my chair, and sits.
“Please don’t give me flashbacks,” Steph whines, a hand against her pink, button-down dress. “I ran out of James Brown songs. Only God and the jerky I travel with have kept my ass out of their mouths. Are you free for a break?”
“I just started my day,” I laugh.
“You were gone for two weeks! I miss my friend. Please.” She sticks her lip out and pinches her acrylics together. “A cute little brunch in Catania…and some shopping.”
“Are we swinging by Andrea’s office too?” I raise a brow. She’s not fooling anyone with her good wig styled like she’s a first lady.
She tosses her pocketbook onto my desk and drops into an armchair. “He’s been gone most of the time you were.”
I frown. “Where?”
“Hell if I know! I’m not about to waste another outfit. Beyoncé said I can have another in a minute and I’mma add two or three more to my roster. Come on, friend.”
“Let me go tell Benny goodbye.”
