Chapter 50: Chapter 50

C H A P T E R - T W E N T Y

Antonette was so thrilled by the time Falcone got up to put his plate in the dishwasher and walk back to his laptop that she was nearly shimmering, and this was not simply because she had just swallowed three Cosmos.

After we talked and mostly laughed together, Falcone ultimately brought her home. After they departed, I had just finished cleaning up, was getting ready for bed, and was just about to go off to sleep when I heard the garage door open.

I heard Falcone walking around the platform of the bed, felt his warm palm on the small of my back, and then felt his weight fall onto the mattress just as the lights in Falcone's lair started to fade one by one.

Before he could cuddle into my back, I rolled into him.

"So, what's the verdict?" he encircled me.

" he questioned into the darkness, knowing exactly why the girls were there that night.

"I'm apparently Queen Crash and Burn," I said.

“Come again? ”

"Ryan refers to me as Queen Crash and Burn. I flirt, then I abandon them."

"Babe," he replied.

"It never occurred to me, but I assume I do this."

"My men refer to you as Mistress Blueballs."

His fingers crept inside my nightshirt, pulling it higher, and my body tightened.

"Do they?" I inquired.

"Yep," he said, his nightshirt still on.

"They don't gossip, according to Ramona."

My arms were pushed to go up with the nightshirt, and suddenly it was gone.

Take it off because it gets in the way, guy.

His hand slipped down my back and inside my pants, cupping my ass.

Mm. Nice.

"They don't chat in front of Ramona," he continued. "They discovered. She’s pathologically friendly, in your business and embraces every woman who drifts in and out of their lives. It's difficult to get someone off when you're working with their new best buddy."

Hmm. This meant a lot, because she'd done this with me and Falcone didn't seem to care.

I opted to drop that one for the time being.

“Mistress Blueballs?" I inquired.

"You know I've been watching you. They witnessed it. You provide all the correct signals, promising to be so hot that they'd sell an organ to get in there, then you shut down."

Hmm.

His hand on my a$$ drew me deeper into his body as his knee forced its way between my legs, forcing me to hitch my leg around his hip as his head rose before disappearing in my neck.

"Was anything else decided tonight?" He mumbled into my skin, and I shuddered as my arms slipped around him, the one at the bottom pushing its way beneath his weight so I could get to the smooth skin and muscled curves of his back.

"They gave me fuel for thought," I said quietly, feeling his grin against my neck.

"Right," he said quietly, and I felt his tongue.

Mm.

As I drove my hips into his, my hands began to move over his back, and his thigh rose higher.

Mm.

"Enrico thinks you're going to walk all over me," I declared for reasons unclear to me. "In combat boots," I said finally.

His gaze returned to the pillows. "Did you speak with Enrico?"

I nodded into the cushions, hoping I hadn't spoken anything since I would have lost his mouth if I had.

"After Isabelle."

"Babe, he doesn't know me well enough to say that."

"He stated something similar. You didn't know him well enough to say what you did."

"I see he didn't take advantage of that occasion to man up," Falcone grumbled.

"It was hard, Falcone," I said quietly.

"It was genuine, Gia," he said again. "I pissed about with you for a year and a half without making any meaningful advances, and you could have moved on at any moment during that period." How long has he been doing it, and what's the likelihood he'll do it again with another lady if he doesn't wake the fuck up? ”

He did had a point there.

"He told me he's in love with me," I said quietly again.

Falcone's body froze, then his hand glided up my ribcage and cupped my breast.

He then performed a nipple swipe.

Yowza.

"Then he'll appreciate it when you tell him that no matter what happens, I told you I'd take care of you," he said quietly.

Um…yowza!

"Falcone," I said, but he took my breast, bowed his head, and drew my nipple into his lips.

Yowzayowzayowza!

I sighed.

"Touch yourself, darling, while I work your tits," he said as his thumb circled my tight nipple and he released my breast.

"'Kay," I took a deep breath and did as I was told.

His head tilted, his mouth took mine in a kiss, his finger met his thumb for a nipple roll, and that's when I forgot about Enrico, cosmos with the girl gang, and living in my brain. I let go of my fictitious hand, stopped fending Falcone off, and focused on the present.