Page 15 of Sexting His Son's Ex
“You’re too kind.”
We lock eyes, the conversation falling into silence. She inhales a small gasp of air. I can’t seem to stop staring at her. Her beauty is entrancing. I don’t hide my interest. My attention swoops down her body and back up, taking my time drinking her in. Her curves need to be appreciated. Her thighs are thick, and I want to lose myself between them.
So much body and all the time in the world to kiss every inch.
If she were mine. But she isn’t.
And she can’t be.
She’s too young and a bigger issue is that she’s my son’s ex-girlfriend. Not only does he care about her, but he seems to be on a mission to get her back.
I hope she doesn’t accept any of his offers. Luca has a lot of work to do on himself. Jovie doesn’t deserve to be part of that. She deserves more not someone to bring her down. And Luca will bring her down again. That’s the path he is on lately.
“I’ll let you get back to work, Jovie. It was nice seeing you. Please, don’t be a stranger. Just because you and my son didn’t work out, doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”
“Friends? Is that what you want to be, Mr. Salvati?” She blinks those beautiful red lashes at me through a sweet, innocent voice.
“It’s better than nothing,” I admit with a sad smile, knowing I’ll never be able to have her in the ways I want. I turn to leave and pause. “And Jovie, call me Santino, please.”
“Santino.”
I grip the desk with my hand, loving how my name sounds on her lips. I want it breathed into my ear when I fill her for the first time. Turning away, I grit my teeth together, doing my best to push the image of her mouth wrapped around me out of my head.
Without saying another word, I walk away, needing to put space between us. The air is thick with tension, with arousal, with fucking want, and I’m not sure if it’s only coming from me.
“Jovie?” I stop at the door.
“Santino?”
Fuck. There she goes saying my name again.
“By chance, are you sending Luca flowers?”
Her eyes widen for a second before she shakes her head.
“You seem surprised I’m asking.”
“No. I mean, yes. I am but only because no, I’m not sending him any. He wasn’t impressed with my flowers. Another red flag when flowers are my life.” She leans down to smell the orchid.
I’m not sure how she can smell it because the scent in the flower shop alone is a mixture of floral scents.
“You’re very talented at what you do. Don’t ever stop. For anybody, okay?”
She tilts her head, a softness relaxing her features. “I won’t. Promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” The bell rings when I push the door open, taking the first step outside since being in the same room as Jovie and I can finally breathe.
I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll make all of her dreams come true even if it means I never get to see her again.
Sam opens the back door for me, and I climb into the car. I glance out of the tinted windows, staring into the flower shop, my heart urging me to go after the person I want but my head knows better. Being with her would be the biggest stab in the back to Luca.
Luca is my son. I can’t hurt him like that.
“Where to, sir?” Sam asks.
“Home.” I have new appreciation for flowers I need to attend to.
My phone dings with a message from Lorenzo.
