Page 5 of Empire of Seduction
“It’s a Greyhound. Grapefruit juice and vodka.” She put her mouth to her glass, drank, then licked her lips. “Now if the rim had salt, then it would be a Salty Dog.”
Again, I was impressed. “Are you a bartender?”
“Not unless you count bartending at my friend’s wedding last year.” We stared at each other for a beat. “Are you in town for work or fun?”
“Both.” I didn’t offer more.
The topic of my work was off-limits. In fact, when it came to hookups, I found it better to say as little as possible. I couldn’tvery well say that I ran a criminal syndicate in Toronto. Even at thirty-five, I had no intention of ever bringing a woman into my world. Too risky. A simple wedding ring, when I wore it, discouraged any of my partners from getting long-term ideas. Unfortunately, the ring wasn’t doing me any good at the moment, sitting upstairs in my room.
Lucky for me this girl didn’t seem interested in anything more than a casual fuck. Which suited me perfectly.
“Well, I’m here for fun,” she declared. “It’s been a stressful year and I decided to treat myself this weekend.”
“And how have you been treating yourself?”
“First the spa, which was heavenly. I spent a fortune there this morning, but it was totally worth it. Then a new haircut.” She flipped the ends of her hair. “What do you think?”
“Looks nice.”
“Thanks. I think so, too. I hung around the indoor pool, did some shopping. Stuffed myself at the buffet. Oh, and Giovanni’s restaurant was—” she kissed her fingertips “—perfection.”
The talented Italian chef—along with his business partner, Valentina Benetti—had opened a restaurant inside the casino resort. It was similar to their trattoria in Paesano, but more accessible for large crowds. “This sounds like a very nice day.”
“And night, hopefully.” Her eyes didn’t leave mine as she drank from her glass.
“To tonight, bella.” I lifted my glass to touch hers.
An hour later I was fumbling with my room card as Maggie nipped the side of my throat. We started kissing in the elevator and hadn’t stopped. I wasn’t usually so greedy for a woman, but everything about Maggie was a fucking turn on.
I couldn’t wait to get my dick inside her.
“Fuck.” The light on the door remained red despite my efforts to unlock it.
“Here, let me.” She plucked the card from my hand, waved it in front of the sensor and the light turned green. Then she handed the card back to me and pushed on the handle. “Magic touch.”
I grabbed her ass and lifted her off the floor, carrying her with one arm into the room. She wrapped her legs around my waist, laughing, as her mouth met mine again. She tasted like grapefruit and confidence, a sexy combination. I pushed her up against the wall of the entryway and deepened the kiss, using my tongue to lick inside her mouth the way I planned to lick her pussy in a few minutes.
Her nails dug into my scalp and she kissed me back just as urgently. Her hips rocked against mine, her warm center sliding over my erection.Cazzo madre di dio.
This was happening too fast.
“Wait,” I said, resting my forehead on her temple. “There’s no rush.”
“Your dick says otherwise,” she said with another slow roll of her pussy over my cock.
I sucked in a breath and struggled to think. Carefully, I set her feet on the ground and began kissing her throat. I licked the length of her collarbone. “I’m going to fuck you all night, bella. I will wear you out,te lo prometto.”
“What does that mean?” she asked through labored breaths.
“I promise you.”
“God, your accent. It’s fucking sexy.”
I hummed in my chest. “Are you wet for me?”
“So wet. Jesus, Vito. I’m dying already.”
“I want to eat you out. Where do you want your first orgasm?”
