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He nods. “No nutmeg.”
I gape.
He winks at me.
“I bet you can’t guess this next one.” I wait a few minutes, and after the timer pings, I serve our meals. I made three dishes from the fish because I wanted a variety today. And because I want to impress Severio.
He munches on the chips and fish dip, then licks his thumb before picking up a napkin and dabbing his mouth. The thumb licking makes my breasts tingle.I have no panties on.
Severio leans over the island and shakes his head. “You’re right. I’ve never tasted this combination.”
“I aim to shock you with all the goodness I can muster.”
“Believe me, Cristina, you already have.”
We watch each other for a moment, allowing the weight of what he said to settle between us. Severio breaks eye contact first by picking up the spatula from the tower of utensils. He comes to stand behind me.
Close.
Closer yet.
His hardness pushes against my back.
He twirls the spatula in his hand. “You know what I’m thinking about when you look at me like you want to please me?”
“No.”
“I can show you.” Warm fingers trail down my hip and scoop up my dress so that one side is bunched, exposing my left butt cheek. Severio steps back and swings the spatula. It connects with my bottom.
I gasp and rise on my toes, now all the way against the counter.
He swings again, and it connects at the same place, stinging it twice.
Inside me, lava spills, and when he puts down the spatula and leans in, he rests one hand on the counter beside me, and the other traces the curve of my bottom.
“You’re so fuckable,” he says. “You make me want to sink inside you over and over again. It’s driving me crazy.”
I say nothing. What’s there to say? Severio Mancini, the man who took my virginity, just told me he finds me irresistible.Some women live a thousand lives before they hear such a thing from a man. Others never hear it at all.
I remain quiet in case he wants to talk this way some more.
Severio reaches between my ass cheeks, and I part my legs so he gets better access to what he wants. He wants to dip a finger inside me.
Once he does, he whispers, “Look at you. No panties and sopping wet.”
His mouth is on my neck, kissing me, sucking and sucking. Harder and harder while his finger works me inside.
Footsteps sound.
We separate.
Drago walks into the kitchen, takes one look at us and at the food, then turns to leave. I can tell he’s hungry, but he’s read the room, and he’s out of here.
“I’ll meet you outside,” Severio tells him.
“No, please, wait.” I grab a plate, arrange Drago’s meal, and walk over to hand it to him. He accepts, but his eyes are on Severio. I look between the men and notice something silent moving between them. I’ve been around my father and Gio long enough to know it’s business-related.
I also know not to ask about business.
