“You go shopping for more than furniture today?” I ask as she approaches me.
I shift my chair to the side watching her. She stops right in front of me, otherwise not moving. “I didn’t have anything that you hadn’t already seen before,” she admits.
Nodding my head once, I lift my eyes to meet hers. “This is what you like?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I hold my expression impassive as I wait for her answer. Pippa inhales a deep breath, then nods her head once before she speaks.
“I wanted something sexy, something that I thought you would like to see me in. If you don’t like this, I have another slip like the others,” she says, her words coming out quickly as her cheeks turn pink.
Lifting my hand, I extend my index finger and slip it beneath the straps at her breast. Running the back of my knuckle along her nipple, I grin at how hard the sweet bud is against my finger.
“I like it, Pippa. It makes you feel sexy and I like that too,” I murmur. “Tonight, instead of sitting across the table from me, will you face me, spread your legs and let me see all of you while we enjoy our meal?” I ask, making sure to keep my voice even and low. Though it’s not a question, she doesn’t really have a choice.
Her entire body trembles from my words and I think that she’s going to deny me, but instead she jerks her head in a stiff nod. She takes a step back and I watch as she gathers her things from her place setting before carrying it over to my side of the table.
Without a word, she sits on the edge of her seat, spreads her legs, and licks her lips as her eyes watch me.
Turning toward her, I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. There is a piece of satin covering her pussy and I wish that it weren’t there. Slipping my finger beneath the offensive fabric, I grin as goosebumps break out over her skin. Running my digit through her folds, my eyes never leave hers.
“Massimo,” she breathes as her legs spread farther apart and she shifts even closer to the edge of the seat.
Grinning, I shake my head once. “Beautiful. Stay like that, yeah? I want to touch you and often.”
“Okay,” she exhales.
That is how we eat our dinner. Every now and then, I slip my fingers beneath the satin fabric of her covered pussy and play with her. I watch as her breathing turns into pants and her eyes roll back before her lids close.
Her hips search for more, right before I remove my finger and go back to my food. It’s a game that I play, loving every fucking reaction that I pull from her.
Every goddamn reaction.
I fuck her right there on that table, next to our empty plates, before I feed her cannolis in bed. Then, I fuck her again before we fall asleep wrapped in one another’s arms. It’s the first time in my entire goddamn life that I fall asleep with a fucking smile on my face.
It’s the first time I feel what true happiness must be.
Chapter Eighteen
MASSIMO
Pulling Pippa closer to me, I bury my face in the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as I curve my body around hers. She hums, letting out a small sigh before she turns her head slightly, touching her mouth to mine.
“Good morning,” she sighs.
I grunt, wondering how I could want her yet again. Swear to God, my cock has never been so goddamn hard as it is with her anywhere near me.
“Morning, dolcezza,” I rasp.
I feel her smile against my lips, then her teeth gently nip my bottom lip. “Tell me something, Massimo,” she softly asks.
“Like?”
She doesn’t say anything immediately. “About you. I want to know everything, but I’m willing to settle for just one thing.”
Laughing lowly, I wonder how this woman ended up as mine. She could have anyone, any man at her feet and yet she agreed to be mine. Inhaling a deep breath, I slide my hand up the center of her chest, wrapping my fingers around one of her breasts.
“When I was young, my mother and I, we were alone much more often than my father was around. Even when he was, he was there for one thing and one thing only and that one thing was not to visit me. He and my mother would stay locked in her room for hours. He would sometimes have dinner with us later, ruffle my hair, give me a hug when she urged him to.”
She hums, touching her mouth to my jaw. “My father wasn’t around much either. It was usually just me and my sisters. My mother was very busy doing whatever it was my mother did.”
Pulling her closer to me, I shift my hand from her gorgeous tit down to the glory between her thighs. Slipping my hand between her folds, I moan at the warmth beneath my fingertips. She’s always so fucking ready for me, something I had hoped would happen between us, but wasn’t sure if it would take time.
“Spread for me, Pippa,” I demand.
She lifts her leg, wrapping it around the back of my thigh as she spreads wide for my touch. I play her sweet body while I continue talking to her, telling her a bit about my childhood.
“What did you and your mother do?” she breathes against my jaw.
I hum. “From what I remember, we went to the movies, the park, but that’s not what I remember the most, the places we went. I remember she was always smiling. Always. Her face could light up the darkest day, do you know why I picked you, Pippa? Do you know why I was more than happy to marry a
