He grabs the back of my neck and drags me to him, he kisses me with just the right amount of suction, his tongue swipes through my lips and I feel it all the way to my bones.
Oh….
“Tonight,” he whispers darkly.
Oh crap. “We have dinner tonight with Carlo and Anna, I just remembered.”
He winces and pulls out of my grip and walks into the bedroom. “Cancel it.”
I jump off the counter and follow him. “Why?”
“Why?” he scoffs. “I wonder?” He puts his suit jacket on and does up his gold cuff links. “I love going out with friends and pretending that I’m not dating my future wife while watching two people who met fucking yesterday fawn all over each other.” He fakes a smile. “It’s my perfect night.”
“Stop going on about that.” I straighten his tie. “I’m having lunch with my mother on Thursday and we’re coming up with a timeline.”
“Timeline?” He repeats dryly.
“Yes, now that she’s got used to the idea of us together, we can make a map forward.”
“Why does our map depend on her?”
“You said we could wait to tell everyone until it was sorted with my family.” My shoulders slump. “I don’t want to feel guilty about this until I’ve at least tried. Please, for me?”
He rolls his eyes. “Your family are fucking annoying, Francesca.”
“I know.” I go up onto my tiptoes and kiss him softly.
“And if your mother doesn’t give me an acceptable…” he holds his fingers up to air quote the words, “-road map-”
I smirk.
“I’m running right through her stop sign with a big fucking Mack truck.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Okay?” He seems surprised.
“Uh-huh,” I nod. “Thursday I will have a definite date that we can come out of hiding.”
He grabs me roughly on my behind and nips my bottom lip with his teeth. “That’s if you make it through tonight.”
Anna and I walk into the restaurant just on seven to see Giuliano and Carlo already seated at the table, they got held up at work so have met us here.
I’m wearing a fitted hot-pink dress that hangs off the shoulders with nude sky-high stilettos and clutch. My long dark hair is out and full and I have sultry makeup on with hot-pink lipstick.
“Hello, we have a booking in the name of Smithson,” I say to the waiter.
“Yes, this way.” He turns and walks through the restaurant and we follow, music is being piped through the space and the crowd is trendy and eclectic. The restaurant is huge with a few split levels, the bar is on the top floor, seven steps down is the main restaurant and kitchen and down another seven stairs is the bar area with high tables and stools.
I can see Giuliano and Carlo seated at a table in the back on the middle level and smile broadly.
I missed him today.
As we get closer Giuliano’s eyes drop down to my feet and then back up to my face, he gives me the best come-fuck-me look I have ever seen.
He likes this dress.
An excited thrill runs through me, getting that look from him is the ultimate.
“Hi.” I smile as we get to the table.
“Hello,” he replies calmly.
Anna bends and kisses Carlo. “Hey there, you.”
“Look at you being all hot.” Carlo smiles as he holds her hand out to inspect her closer.
Giuliano’s dark eyes hold mine and a trace of a smile crosses his face and now I see what he means. Having these two being able to show affection so freely is fucking annoying.
“Thanks for coming out with us.” Anna smiles to Giuliano as she pushes in her chair. “I know this can’t be easy for you two to hang out together as friends given your history. Carlo and I appreciate it, don’t we, baby?”
Giuliano stares at her.
“That’s okay,” I blurt out before he can reply. “We’re friends, aren’t we Jules. Happy to hang out with our best friends.”
He raises an eyebrow and sips his drink, choosing to remain silent.
He can’t lie.
I never realized this before, I smile as I pick up my wine and sip it. Another vital piece of information for the intel bank.
“Who’s hungry?” Carlo asks.
Giuliano’s dark eyes hold mine. “Fucking starving.”
I roll my lips to hide my smile as I fake-stare at the open menu.
He doesn’t mean for food.
“What’s everyone having?” I ask to change the subject.
“I’m feeling carnivorous.” Giuliano says casually as he looks over the menu.
“Carnivorous?” Anna frowns.
“I feel like meat,” he replies dryly, still reading. “All the meat.”
I giggle, surprised. What the hell?
Shut up, fool.
They’ll catch on to us, he is the worst fake non-boyfriend in the world. “Meat?” I reply. “Who goes to a restaurant simply for meat?”
“I do.”
I widen my eyes as I pretend to read the menu, okay then.
Guess I’m getting it hard when we get home tonight.
Bring it on, baby.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” Carlo says as he holds his drink up. We all hold our glasses to his.
“To friendship,” he says.
I smile, I love that Anna is with him. Once Jules and I get our situation sorted the four of us are going to have so much fun together. “To friendship.”
The meal was delicious and the laughter on tap.
We’ve had the best night and drunk way too many bottles of wine.
Giuliano’s eyes have been undressing me all night. Every time he licks his lips and I catch sight of his tongue, I feel it between my legs. He’s a bad man with bad things on his mind. My things.
Anna and Carlo are deep in conversation mode and hardly notice that we are here.
Giuliano’s eyes hold mine and he taps his phone as it sits on the table.
Huh? I frown.
He taps it again and widens his eyes.
Oh….
I take my phone out of my purse and put it on my lap. It beeps a text.
Go the bathroom
Don’t lock the door.
My eyes flick up and he raises an eyebrow.
What?
He picks up his phone as he answers a call. “Hey.” He pulls his phone down from his ear. “I’ve got to take this, it’s an important call. Back in a moment.” He disappears downstairs to the bar area.
I watch him move out of sight and my eyes flick over to Anna and Carlo, they are flirting away, completely distracted.
What…now?
Does he want me to go to the bathroom now…but he’s on the phone?
Umm, I think for a moment. Oh, screw it, why not?
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I say as I push my chair out.
“Okay,” Anna replies, her eyes are fixed on her date.
I walk down the long corridor and I look left and then right and slink into the bathroom. I automatically go to lock the door and then I stop myself and unlock it.
I turn to the mirror and fluff up my hair, I have no idea why I can’t lock the….
The door opens, interrupting my thoughts, and Giuliano walks in and flicks the lock.
My heart races at his close proximity. “Hi.”
He grabs my face and licks my open lips. “Sai cosa succede alle ragazze cattive che si prendono gioco me durante la cena,” (Translation: You know what happens to bad girls who prick tease me during dinner.) he whispers darkly. He licks my open lips again and my insides flutter. “What?” I breathe.
His grip on my face is near painful. “Sono punite.” (Translation: They get punished.) He bites my bottom lip and I wince at his domination as a wave of arousal floods me below.
Oh…this man.
He turns me away from him aggressively so that I face the mirror, my back to his front and his lips go to my neck, his eyes close as he licks me there, he’s totally lost in the moment and I can feel his huge erection as it digs into my back.
I watch us in the mirror, having a man like him want me with such a passion is out of this world.
With his lips seductively sucking on my neck, his eyes locked on mine, he slides my dress up over my hips. His lips drop to the clavicle in my neck and his fingers pull my G-string panties to the side, his fingers slide through the lips of my sex. “Come sta la mia dolce fica?” (Translation: How’s my sweet pussy?) His eyes flicker with arousal as he feels me, his fingers slide through my arousal. “Fradicia.” (Translation: Dripping wet.) He bites me hard and goose bumps scatter all over.