Chapter 43
Olivia
Now
My period was heavy and relentless. Too damn long.
And since it’s been gone, Carmello and I haven’t had many chances to be alone.
Last night, we got in late and curled up together.
I had the thought to start something, but he was playing with my hair and I drifted to sleep before I got the chance.
When I woke up this morning, he’d already left to get a head start on paperwork before everyone and everything else pulled at his attention.
But there was a text waiting for me. You deserve rest. When you see this, close your eyes for a few more minutes.
I love you. I smiled and then rushed to get ready because I refused to spend the whole day distracted by my need for him.
It’s been showing in my efficiency and has messed with my abilities.
I oversalted two dishes this week and that rarely happens.
When I show up to Celia’s, no one is here except for Carmello.
He’s in our now shared office and his face is all serious as he crunches numbers.
He doesn’t even look over from the computer until he hears the door click shut, so I know whatever is on his mind is important enough to consume it fully.
But just this once while we’re at the restaurant, I need him.
Especially if he expects us to keep functioning effectively in this space.
Confusion crawls over his features seeing me here so early, but his expression changes quickly when he realizes we’re alone and I closed the door.
I know he’s already twitching below the belt the moment he leans back in his chair.
While he watches me walk over to him slowly, he absentmindedly chews his pen cap, and I know he’s consumed because… well, Carmello and cross contamination.
I push his chair out and drop to my knees in front of him. His breath hitches and he starts to speak, but I put my hands over his mouth. When he’s successfully silenced, I run my hands over the erection forming in his pants and my body grows hungry for him. I’m starved.
He watches me while I pull him out and press my lips to the head. Hisses through his teeth when I encircle him down to the middle with my mouth.
“Yes, baby,” he breathes, throwing his head back. “Just like that.”
The encouragement makes me want to take him as deep as I can.
And I’m soaked. So wet because he tastes good and he’s moaning, and I love making him feel good.
When he calls me his bad girl, I work even harder to show him that I’m his.
Until his words start slipping in and out of coherence.
He’s close, but I stop to tease him like he does to me, stroking the bottom half of his shaft while I taste him with my tongue.
I shiver when a deep sound spills from his throat, and he pushes my shoulders softly to stand.
He turns me around, pulls down my pants, says, “Hands on the desk. Now.”
I do as I’m told, and he explores my breasts from the back, grabs my hips, tugs me to him.
He slides two fingers inside of me from behind, and we both moan.
While he builds a rhythm that makes my vision blurry, he tilts my chin with his other hand, nips my ear with his teeth, and then he finally gives me what I’ve been waiting for.
The first slide in is slow, torturous, and exhilarating.
But then he’s deep, I’m full of him, stretched out and aching for him to thrust into me.
“I know just how you want it,” he says, and then his fingers are in my hair and he’s taking me harder and faster than he usually does and I’m biting down on my lip so that I don’t scream his name. This is risky and I love it and I love him and I’m so fucking happy.
When we finish at the same time, it feels like our bodies were meant to wait for each other.
I’m shaking and he drops down over me on the desk to kiss my shoulder blade, to hold me.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispers. And we stay like that for a moment, breathing together, the kind of comfort that comes when two souls are undoubtedly connected.
When he pulls out, my legs are jiggly and I’m grinning. I pull my pants up and run my fingers over my lips. His eyes darken again when I lick them a little.
“You should get yourself cleaned up. You know, start your day productive, Rodriguez.”
He smiles and smacks my ass to send me out of our office.
Then I go to the bathroom to take my own advice.
But my skin is still buzzing, and I tell myself to stop smiling or Steven’s body language assessment will read Just been sexed.
Carmello and I have been way more proper around him since our first few days as a couple—we hardly even work near each other during business hours, content with cooking across the room—but today might be the day that Steven actually quits if he realizes something went down between us just minutes before he had to clock in for his shift.
Grouchy ass.
Except…when I hear his voice at the front-of-house, he sounds like he’s smiling?
He’s talking to someone, but no one else comes in this early.
I peek my head out the kitchen door to see who it is, and my stomach grows sick right before Carmello’s father notices me and says, “Olivia, would you mind getting my son? The three of us need to talk.”