Page 17 of Falling for the Mafia Dom

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Hey beautiful

I was just thinking about you

Really?

Yes. About last night.

What part?

How you made me come twice.

Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.

I’m drunk

I don’t normally do that

Do what? Come twice?

No.

Sleep with guys I barely know.

On a first date.

Or come twice, if at all.

Shit.

LOL

If it makes you better I was thinking about you coming

???

And how I want it to happen with your thighs wrapped around my face

ANGELO!

That’s exactly what you were saying.

OMG!

That too.

Drink some water and get some sleep

I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful

Lifting my heavy head from the pillow, I stagger across the room to the door. I head down the stairs and to the kitchen for a glass of water, ensuring that I am quiet at this late hour.

“Ouch,” I groan when my hip bumps against the corner of the island before giggling and shushing myself.

“Ellie?” Sal’s deep voice booms through the room as he flips on the light, “What the hell are you doing banging around in the dark?”

“Fuck!” I yell as the glass of water drops from my hand.

“Ellie,” Sal steps toward me and I hear the familiar sound of glass crunching beneath the soles of his shoes, “We need to stop meeting like this.”

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