Page 31 of All's Fair in Love and Pizza
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Sal clapped brusquely. “Love you both, but…arrivederci.”
Aunt Sylvie raised her hands in surrender. “No problem. I’m hungry for a bagel anyway. Therese?”
My mother squeezed my elbow on her way to the exit. “Me too.”
I met Sal’s gaze across the prep island. “Are the specials on the board?”
“Yeah. Now do you want to talk about what really happened with the bagel boy last night?”
“Nope. Not even a little bit.”
I keptmy head down for the rest of the day and channeled my excess nervous energy into making sure our customers were extra satisfied.
“Need more anchovies, Mr. Galbraith? I’ll sneak a couple more on your ’za.”
“Can I refill your soda? Diet Coke, right? You got it. On the house.”
Anything to stay out of the kitchen and ideally, avoid popping next door to see what Rob was up to. I could yank his chain about his pizza bagels and ask how his sauce was coming along. But I didn’t trust myself around him after last night. Especially now that my family had an inkling that I was kind of sort of…you know…
Okay, fine. I liked him. A little.
And the fact that I couldn’t sit without being reminded of how freaking hot the sex had been made me nervous. I wanted him all over again. Thank God we’d agreed to get whatever this was out of our systems. However, we had to be careful with the Cavarettis. They’d could turn a simple fuck-buddy arrangement into a sideshow comedy skit. I had to warn Rob…and still play it cool.
Why did this suddenly feel complicated?
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MATEO
It seemed less complicated when Rob kneeled at my feet later that evening, sucking me dry while I trembled through the aftershocks of a wicked orgasm. I stilled my hips and released my grip on his hair, panting like a fish out of water.
“Your turn,” Rob growled, shoving his jeans over his ass as he flopped onto his office chair.
I slipped to the floor between his legs and proceeded to blow his mind…through his cock. He had a funny habit of brushing the hair from my eyes as he was about to come. It was oddly sweet and an interesting contrast to his other hand holding me in place as fell he apart.
I swiped my hand across my mouth and gingerly rose, perching on the edge of the desk facing Rob. “Holy shit. That was…”
He hummed. “It was. How did that happen?”
“I don’t know. I think I asked if you had a permit to take the umbrellas out of the bistro tables out front.”
Rob barked a laugh. “You’re such a dickhead.”
“Hey, I should at least get points for originality.”
He pulled his boxer briefs and jeans up. “Poor Mateo. All that effort…just to get your cock sucked. Was it worth it?”
I leaned forward, setting my hands on the armrests of his chair and fusing my mouth over his. The shared taste of our combined release sent a fresh wave of tingles through my veins. Fuck, I had it bad for this guy.
Whoa. I meant…for his body. Not him.
Look, I could admit that I might have been a bit rash in my judgment. Rob wasn’t the villain I’d made him out to be when he’d first landed in Haverton with big bagel ideas. I could even admit that I sort of liked him. And positively regarding a sex partner was a good thing, right?
Ugh. Never mind. I didn’t like himthatmuch.
I furrowed my brow and skirted the desk. “I should get going.”
“All right. Hey…I almost forgot. Your mom invited me to dinner on Sunday.”
