“Annie,” I called again, juggling the pizza box and the tray of cannolis as I shut the door behind me.
I hear her coming down the steps of the loft, I look up to see her bare legs taking each step. She’s wearing only a pair of red panties and a matching bra. The rest of her body is bare, showing her creamy white skin.
I love her like this, exposed to me.
“Gio,” The sound of my name on her lips is heaven.
“Sweetheart,” I lick my lips as she crosses the remaining space between us.
“I…” she trails, a soft blush rising to heat her cheeks. “I want you.”
My cock perks at the statement. Those dirty words coming from her innocent lips.
“Whatever you want baby.”
In a flash, we’re up the stairs, at the bed. “On your hands and knees.” I order.
She complies with a smile on her face.
She listens so well when I order her around, and her pussy weeps at my dirty mouth. She fucking loves it.
She kneels on the bed in front of me and leans forward making contact with her hands. She flips her hair over her shoulder and then looks back at me, showing off her perfectly round ass.
Damn, I love the sight of her looking at me, waiting for me, with her ass in the air.
“Ass high, baby.”
She licks her lips before bringing her elbows to the bed and lifting her ass high for me.
Damn.
This girl.
I admire the look of her pale skin against the bright red of her panties. I tear off my suit jacket, letting it land on the floor. I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the pile, my slacks following close behind.
I start by running my hands across her ass, relishing the feel of her smooth skin. Using a single finger I pull the red fabric aside.
“You’re always so ready for me. So needy.”
She hums a response that quickly turns into a moan as I slip a finger between her folds and circle her swollen clit with a finger. “That’s it, baby, give it to me.”
Her eyes flash back to me, bright blue meeting brown. “Please,” the word leaves her lips in a breathless whisper.
Damn, I love it when she begs.
She’s breathless as I bring her closer and closer to her orgasm. “Come on, little thief.” I kiss up the back of her spine. “Call my name when you cum. Tell me who is giving this to you.”
Her eyelids sag with the heavy weight of her orgasm, and I can hear her breath getting heavier. “Gio,” she calls my name as the waves of pleasure begin to crash over her. “Fuck, Gio.” she screams, my name on his lips is fucking heaven.
“Yeah, baby.” I pull my hand away from her wet heat to replace it with the promise of my erection. I slide the tip through her slick folds, she’s ready for me. Her eyes look back at me with need as I hover above her.
I slide into her in one quick thrust.
“Fuck, yes!” she cries.
Her wet heat is overwhelming. “Jesus,” I growl, feeling the walls of her pussy grip my dick.
She’s beautiful beneath me like this. Pale skin covered in red lingerie, blonde waves of hair fanned out on the bed, and those bright blue eyes staring back at me.
I could fuck Annie all day.
All night.
I would never tire of her.
Annie Bryne is the best fucking thing in my life.
Yeah, she’s worth it.
Annie is asleep, curled up against me after our fucking session. She looks perfect like this too. Her blonde hair splayed out, her hand resting on my chest, wearing absolutely nothing. I love it, I could lay here next to her all day.
Until my fucking phone rings, distributing the quiet peace we’ve created in this bed.
I answer the call quickly to stop the ringing, peeling myself out from under Annie and retreating downstairs.
“What?” I growl.
“Skip, it’s Charlie.”
“What do you need?”
“We just dropped off Johnny, they had to sedate him.”
“Damn it, he was that worked up?” I ask, making my way to the kitchen that’s hidden in the back of the loft.
“Yep,” Charlie responds. “It was a fucking scene.”
“I’m sure,” I mutter. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” I add, “But at least Johnny Byrne is out of our fucking hair for a while, right?”
Charlie laughs. “Yeah, right.”
“What about the Pearce job, we still on track?”
“Yep, we’re gonna run the test tonight.”
I check the Rolex on my wrist. “What time?”
“About ten PM.” Charlie returns.
“Yeah, I’m in.”
I hear a door shut behind me. “I’ll call you later.” I hung up.
Padding lightly out into the empty living room, I check to see the front door is shut. “Annie?” I call out.
Nothing.
I check the downstairs one more time and then make my way upstairs. The bed is empty, sheets tangled in a messy pile.
No Annie.
She was gone.
At Least Johnny Byrne is out of our hair for a while.
My heart stops when I hear the words leave Gio’s mouth. What does that mean? Out of our hair?
My chest is tight.
I press Johnny’s contact on my phone again, listening to the ringing sound until I hear his voicemail play.
Gio promised me he wouldn’t hurt him.
But I know, deep down I know. I should have never trusted him. He’s not a good guy.
He’s in the mafia, I know this, yet I still let myself fall for him. I let myself get wrapped up in his strong arms and dirty words. I let myself fall so hard for him.
And in return, he used me and betrayed
