“Fuck,” he gritted out, and when I glanced up at him, I saw that he was staring down at me, watching intently as I played with myself. He planted his feet wider apart, his hand resting on the side of the shower, and ordered, “Show me.” He licked his lips. “Show me your pussy.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, so I pulled my mouth back, letting his cock slide out. “Wha—”
“Open your pussy lips.” My breath stalled in my chest at his words. Everything sounded so much dirtier when he said it with his deep, raspy voice. “Open them up and let me see your pretty clit, baby.”
I leaned back, my knees and thighs burning at the position I was putting myself in, but I didn’t care. I was so turned on by him watching me that I would have stayed like this for hours if it meant he didn’t look away.
“That’s it.” His hand moved to his cock, his long fingers wrapping around his girth and slowly moving up and down. “Faster,” he demanded, so I did as he said.
My arms burned at how fast I was going, my wrist threatening to give up, but I didn’t stop—I couldn’t stop. I let go of his balls, trailing my hand up my stomach and to my nipple. I groaned as my finger skimmed over it, but it wasn’t enough, so I rolled it between my finger and thumb. The burn at the base of my stomach teased me, promising my orgasm, and it started, slow at first, building and building the faster I strummed my fingers over my clit. I felt it get bigger, and then everything hit me all at once, knocking me off-kilter.
I cried out, my body screaming with sweet relief, and before I knew it, I was in the air, my back slammed against the wet, tiled wall, and Lorenzo’s cock was pounding into me.
“Fuck, yes,” he gritted out, unrelenting in his rhythm. I held on to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, sure to leave marks, but I didn’t care, and neither did he. “You’re like a goddamn angel sent from heaven just for me,” he croaked out, pushing his face between my neck and shoulder.
I closed my eyes, taking each of his bruising thrusts, and knowing that I wouldn’t be able to spend another day on this earth if he wasn’t by my side. I’d fallen for him, there was no doubt about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. Not when I didn’t know if he felt the same. So, I kept my mouth shut. I kept all of my bubbling feelings inside, hoping that he’d feel the same somewhere along the line.
His body stilled, his cum spilling inside of me, and then he halted, his breaths so heavy it was as if he’d just taken part in the Olympics. It was always the same when it came to us. We got lost in the moment, lost in each other. And before I knew what was happening, my mouth was opening, my body taking charge of my brain, and I blurted out, “I like you.” I felt him still, his muscles tensed so hard it was like holding on to a block of ice.
I held my breath as he pulled his face away from my shoulder, his eyes telling me nothing as he stared at me. Had I said the wrong thing? Why couldn’t I have just kept my mouth shut and basked in the after-sex moment? I just had to open my big mouth and tell him something, didn’t I?
His lips parted, and I prepared myself for what he was going to say. This was it. This was going to be the moment where he’d tell me he didn’t feel like that about me. That it was too soon—even though it had been nearly five months since we had what I’d dubbed our fake wedding.
“I…” He paused, his eyes misting over, and I blinked. There was something echoing back at me, something I’d never seen before. “I like you too, Aida.”
LORENZO
I couldn’t stop watching her as she glided around the room, talking to anyone and everyone. She stopped at our joint family table several times, making sure they were okay. She was in her element.
Soft music played from the stage, setting the tone of the night—opening night. The piano bar had finally been refurbished in its entirety, and now all that was left to do was open it to the public. This was a soft opening, though—something they called it in the business. I had no idea what it was until Neri had explained it to me. He’d had plenty of “soft openings” over the years with his casinos, which was why he was here, celebrating the night with us.
None of the other heads of the families had come, although they did have an open invitation, as did Dante. I ground my teeth together as I looked down at my cell, clearly able to see that he had read my message but left it unanswered. I was starting to get worried because I’d only heard from him once since he’d stormed out of my office. He wanted to move across the state and start a new thread to the business. It was a good idea, but I didn’t like the fact that he’d be so far away, though I’d given him the green light because I knew what it was like wanting to create something for yourself, to prove yourself. That had been three days ago, and I hadn’t heard from him since. If it wasn’t for Ma and Sofia having communication with him, I would have thought he’d been killed.
“Turn that frown upside down!” Aida shouted, bounding over to me. I leaned my elbow on the bar top and pushed my cell into my pocket. Tonight wasn’t about business. It was all about Aida, the woman who had turned my world upside down.
I winked at her and pulled her closer, unable to stop myself from touching her. The dress she’d worn was a black, slinky number, one that showed most of her back and dipped down to her chest, giving everyone a small tease of her cleavage. She looked hot as fuck, and she was all mine.
“I think it’s about time you got up there,” I told her, tilting my head to the stage where the piano sat without a player.
“What?” Her eyes widened, her head swiveling around to look at the packed bar. The lights were dimmed, just enough to give off a sense of atmosphere, and the carefully placed tables with chairs and booths allowed for everyone to see the stage without the people in front blocking them. Aida had thought of everything when she’d helped draw the plans up a few weeks ago.
“I can’t get up there, not tonight.”
“You can.” I grasped her waist and gave it a small squeeze. “They’ll love it, I promise.”
She groaned, her gaze slipping over all of the patrons again. “I don’t know…” She bit down on her bottom lip, indecision on her face, so I made the choice for her.
I moved away from the bar, my hand trailing down her arm and to her hand, then pulled her with me to the stage. Cheers rang out, the loudest ones from her sister, knowing what was about to happen. No one else had heard her play, but I had. Every time she was here, the first thing she did was test out the keys and play a tune she loved.
Aida yanked back on my hand, trying to stop me, but I had the momentum. “Lorenzo, no.”
I didn’t turn back to face her. I kept going until we were at the piano. “Sit.” She raised her brows at me, her hand planted firmly on her hip. She was mad, but it was sexy mad, not real mad. “Please,” I tacked on, finally getting a response from her.
Her chest heaved as she took a breath, then she sat down, her fingers already finding the keys, like they’d just gotten home and knew where everything was. I turned to face everyone in the bar, unsure what I should say, and then I decided the ivory keys and her musical ability would say it all. So, with a tilt of my head, I walked off stage and stood at the edge, watching her from the side.