Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Asshole.
Chapter 47
For My Man
Lizzy
Dante has been tense since he arrived home. I wanted to share my progress with the wedding with him, but his sour mood made me change my mind.
After putting Bella to sleep, he kissed my forehead and disappeared. I’m not in the mood to game, but I text Ny anyway. When she told me she couldn’t, I went in search of Dante, but he’s nowhere to be found.
I pull out my phone and text him. I just want to make sure he’s okay. I hate not having been at work to help him through the day.
Me: I can’t find you. Did you leave the house?
Dante: No. I’m on the rooftop.
Me: Oh. Okay.
I have a little pang in my chest, knowing that’s where he goes to get away from everyone. I get ready to mope to our room and go to bed when my phone pings with a message.
Dante: Come up. Your thumbprint will work. I had it programmed.
I blink a few times, remembering him asking me to place my print on his tablet a few weeks back. With a smile, I practically jog to the door that leads up to the roof. I squeal when the door pops open as I place my thumb on the pad.
I find Dante seated on one of the large ottomans just inside the glass doors. He leans back on one hand as he sips from a tumbler with the other.
He gives me a smile as I slip indoors. Pointing the glass at me, he lifts a brow.
“You were live?”
“No, I’m not feeling it. I think you’re right; I need a break.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love those little outfits? It’s the thigh-high socks and tiny ass shorts. You’re like one of my teenager fantasies. I swore when I got to college, all the girls would be dressed like you. I probably never would have gotten married if they were.” He snorts and takes another drink.
“So let me get this right. You dated her in high school. Went to college and then traveled for two years? You two married after you came back.”
“Yeah.” He nods and winces at his glass. “You know. Now that you say it, I think Nonno was trying to stop me from making that mistake. I wasn’t going to go to college. She wanted to get married senior year. Nonno put his foot down and paid for all four years of college and donated a shit ton to my college for a gym I never played in.”
I laugh. “Yeah, Nonno was definitely trying to tell you something. They say the biggest lessons in life can be the most expensive.”
“Tell me about it.”
He places his glass down on the floor beside him and opens his arms. “Come here. I missed you and I didn’t get to ask you about the planning. I’m sorry.”
I move closer and he pulls me into his lap. I run my hand through his hair and peck his lips.
“How was it? Did you find a dress? I know that was your biggest concern.”
“Yes, I did. It’s out of this world. I couldn’t have found a better dress. I felt like a real princess.”
“That’s because you are.” He takes in a sharp breath. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”
I cup his face. “Do you want to talk about it? What can I do?”
I look deep into his eyes and see the stress there. He shakes his head and tugs me in for a kiss. It goes from a soft, gentle kiss to an all-consuming one. My toes curl in my socks.
I get an idea and slide between his legs. I rest on my knees and reach to release him from his slacks. He’s already barefoot and his shirt is sitting open, displaying that hard body beneath. I lick my lips in anticipation. Reaching into his pants, I pull him free.
In usual Dante fashion, he bends to kiss me hard. I stroke him while he has his fill of my mouth. I moan as he sucks my tongue into his mouth. He bites my lip and pulls, releasing it with a hiss.
Without taking his eyes off me, he leans back on his elbows. I lower my mouth over him and seal my lips around him. After bobbing up and down a few times, I release him from my mouth and suck in a breath through my teeth.
“Ah,” I breathe.
He grasps my face and tugs me back to suck him. I spit on it before taking him in. He lifts his hips and guides my head as I bob.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
I gag and choke as he holds my head down and keeps his hips lifted. When he finally allows me up, I smile up at him as saliva drips down my chin.
Covering him with my mouth, I stand while folded in half. Dante tears my shorts in half and tosses the silky fabric once he rips them from each leg. Spreading my cheeks with his palms, he teases my lips with his fingertip. I moan around him but don’t stop sucking and slurping.