Page 23 of Time Served in New York
“Nope!” Gus said as I walked out of the bedroom and into the living area of our suite.
I stopped in my tracks and smoothed my hands down over my hips as I looked down at the blouse I was wearing. “You don’t like it?”
I could tell that the opposite was the case by the predatory look in his eyes as he stood up and stalked toward me. I put my hands up to ward him off as I shook my head. “No! We’re going to be late if . . .”
“I promise to make it good for you.”
“No, sir!” I said as I sprinted toward the door.
“I’ll make it quick.”
“Absolutely not,” I yelled as Gus molded himself to my back and pressed me against the door. “I took forever doing my hair and makeup, and you’re not going to ruin . . .”
Gus nibbled on my neck and whispered, “I could take you just like this, and your makeup would be fine.”
He snaked his arms around me and cupped my breasts, and without thought, I pressed my ass against him. “You’ll wrinkle my skirt.”
Gus nudged the crack of my ass with his cock and whispered, “Do you really care about the skirt, Matalie?”
The second he nipped at my neck with his teeth, the thought of wrinkles slipped out of my mind completely.
“I think I knew this would happen,” I mumbled as I felt Gus’s hands tugging up the skirt I’d chosen for tonight. Inch by maddening inch, he exposed my legs until finally I heard him let out a long breath. “I knew you’d like those.”
“You were going to wear these all night and not tell me?” Gus asked as he pulled me away from the door and turned us so that we were walking toward the dining table near the wall of windows. “That’s just cruel, Matalie.”
“I was going to tell you while we ate dinner,” I said, giving up my plans to tease him as the front of my thighs hit the table’s edge.
“And when was I going to find out about this?” Gus said as pushed my upper body forward with one hand and cupped my naked sex with the other.
“When we snuck away from dinner to get busy somewhere.”
“Is that what you’d rather?” Gus asked as he notched himself at my entrance and pushed in just enough to tease me. “Or,” he said as he pushed his cock in a little deeper, “do you want to do this?” With a growl, I shoved my hips back to meet his and then collapsed when he laughed. “I might make you wait.” I looked over my shoulder and glared as I squeezed my muscles around him, then smiled when a dreamy expression came across his face.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Gus murmured as he started to move.
With a wicked smile, I closed my eyes and focused on how the man I loved made me feel every time we were together like this. As he reached around to touch my clit, I turned my head so he could nibble and bite on my neck just the way I loved.
“But what a way to go, right?” I asked, knowing he might not even be able to hear me over the sound of our bodies coming together. I sucked in a ragged breath as I felt myself tightening, already on the verge of orgasm. When I let myself go, he was right behind me, growling in my ear as my body clutched at his.
When we were finally sated and breathless, I fell forward onto the table and sighed when his cock slipped out of me. I held myself still as he went to the bathroom and got a warm, wet washcloth and then I let him clean me up before I stood and adjusted my skirt that was now wrinkled.
“See, baby? We’re not going to be too late after all,” Gus said as he tried to help me smooth the wrinkles.
“I’m not sure if you’re trying to help or if you want to just keep touching my ass,” I said with a laugh before I moved toward the bathroom to look myself over one last time.
“Can’t it be both?” Gus asked as he leaned against the doorframe and watched me touch up my lipstick. As he held my eyes in the mirror, he said, “Every day, I thank my lucky stars to have you in my life, Matalie.”
“And I’m thankful for you too,” I replied as I stepped into his arms. When I tipped my head back to look at him, I saw his pupils flare and felt him start to harden at my hip. I smiled seductively for a second before I shook my head in exasperation. “Why not? We’re already late.”
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FRANKIE
“Francesca! You look stunning, my dear,” my great-aunt Madallena said in Italian with a wicked gleam in her eye. “And the man you’ve chosen is just . . . delectable.”
Isabetta, my other great-aunt, this one a little more staid and proper, gasped and then frowned at her sister before she said, “Behave!”
Madallena winked at me before she glanced at Christopher, who was standing beside me, before she said, “He can’t understand us, Isabetta. Let an old lady say what’s on her mind.”
