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The second we stepped inside, I noticed how empty the alley was. The only people around were a couple of employees. As I spun to face him, I almost forgot what I wanted to ask as his smile caused my heart to race and my stomach to flip.

Was it love? Was that what the girls meant?

“Why is it empty?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“I booked out the whole place for us,” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

I gasped. “It must have cost a fortune!”

“It doesn’t matter how much it costs. Your smile is more than enough payback.” And just like that, I was stunned into silence. “Now, stop stalling and let’s bowl.”

And that’s what we did. It was everything I could have wished for on a date. We were so relaxed around one another, and I loved this side of Lorenzo. He laughed harder and louder than he usually did, and it warmed my heart. I couldn’t believe my eyes either. He was so bloody good at bowling, but not as good as me, which I already expected. He did, however, try his bestto distract me here and there with small touches, subtle glances, and unbuttoning his shirt when I continued to score strikes.

“You know this isn’t strip bowling, right?” I laughed as I picked up my next ball.

“It could be.” He smirked as he stepped closer, but I dodged his advance.

“Not when there are people around.” My eyes darted to the teenage boys casually watching us from behind the snack bar.

“You do know that I can make them go away,” he teased, tapping his index finger against his lips as if pondering the option.

“I’m sure you could, but leave the poor boys alone.” I closed the distance between us, resting my hands on his chest. “Win the game and this pussy is all yours.” I grinned. His sharp intake of breath was enough for me to know how I affected him.

“Change your shoes. We’re going home.” I hadn’t worked out if he was joking or being deadly serious.

“Good things come to those who wait, Ricci.” I sauntered away from him but didn’t get too far because his hands wrapped around my waist in less than a second.

“I think I’ve waited long enough, don’t you?” he asked, his dominance in full force.

“Alright. It all comes down to this final ball. You know the stakes. Give it your best shot.” I smiled as he picked up his ball, confidence oozing from him.

He strode past me with a determined look on his face. He hadn’t managed a strike all night, so I was feeling confident until the ball knocked down every pin on the lane.

Fuck.

“It looks like I win.” He declared with a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

“Hold your horses, pal. I still have my turn.” I took my ball and strutted towards the lane.

“Give it your best shot, wife.” He laughed.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I will.” I smiled smugly, releasing my ball as he stared intently at it, waiting for the inevitable. Just like that, I knocked down every single pin. “Looks like we both win,” I teased, flicking my hair over my shoulder. “We could go again to declare the real winner?”

Lorenzo glared, his gaze intensifying. “I’m good with sharing the win with you,” he agreed, inching closer to me. The air between us crackled with unspoken desire, the promise of what was next to come this evening hanging heavy.

“So, how’s this going to work?” I asked, a look of sheer amusement written all over his face.

“Well, I’ll allow you to decide what we do after we leave, and then once we get home, you’re mine. Mine to do whatever the fuck I want with.” He slipped his hand under my dress, cupping my pussy over my lingerie, letting out a groan. “Do we have a deal?” he asked as he moved my panties to the side, sliding his finger inside me.

“Lorenzo,” I gasped. He was so forward, not giving a shit if anyone saw.

“I said, do we have a deal, wife?”

“Yes, fuck, yes we have a deal,” I whimpered as his thumb brushed my clit.

“Good girl. Now let’s get out of here. I’m too impatient to stay any longer.” He removed his finger from my pussy and brought it to his mouth, cleaning off my arousal. “Mmm, so fucking sweet.”

Rain threatened the sky as we stepped into the cool evening air. My efforts to hurry to the car were in vain as Lorenzo captured me the second the first droplet fell.