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No matter how many times he asked about the butt plug, her face flamed up.
“Yes.”
“Let me see for myself.” His hand went to her string and pulled it down. He caressed her ass, and played with her clit, while turning the plug a few times. Then he grabbed her by her hips and slammed inside her.
The power with which he took her nearly made her face-plant on his desk. As he continued to fuck her, her legs gave out, and her cheek hit the cold surface. She fell on her elbows and pushed back on his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you want.”
Maybe working at the Detta Tower had its perks after all.
CHAPTER 22
GIO
After their office fuck, Gio’s afternoon had been filled with regular meetings, and ended with a new report on Bianchi. He had sold more of his assets to cover his debts. Gone were his expensive cars, gone was his prized yacht at the marina. When his wife had learned that he’d started pawning off her jewelry, she left him. Bianchi was all alone now in his big house. According to their informant, he had locked himself up in his room, drinking, mumbling to himself, and shattering anything he could get his hands on.
It gave Gio great joy that Bianchi was going slightly mad as his world came down crumbling around him. What gave him even more joy though, was coming home to Jazzy.
He found his wife sitting on the new couch with her legs crossed, notebook on her lap, and a pencil in her hair. There were stacks of books littered on the floor and on the coffee table.
She jumped up the second she saw him. Her eyes all excited and sporting a huge grin.
“We did it, Gio! We got the loan!”
“Congratulations,bella. I knew you would.”
She clasped her hands, seeming excited as a child. Then she suddenly came to a halt.
“Wait a minute…Did you have anything to do with this?”
“Of course not.” Though, it had been a close call. He’d been tempted to do exactly that. All he’d had to do was make a discreet phone call and drop that Jocelyn Detta—brand new software entrepreneur—happened to be his wife. Which would have been easy, since he knew the bank’s director on a first name basis. In the end, he decided not to meddle. It seemed important to her that she could make it on her own. Also, if she ever found out, she’d have his balls, and not in a good way.
“You sure?” she asked, hands perched on her hips.
“Absolutely.” He pulled her close. “I did not tell the bank that they had to give you a loan. We should celebrate.”
Her eyes sparkled again. “Yes, we should. I already had drinks with Tommie this afternoon. Now I’m taking you out for dinner. Don’t look like that. It’s my celebration, so it’s my treat.”
Jazzy’s treat was pizza in a little joint a few blocks from them. They had barely gotten in the door before she paused.
“You think I can write this off as a business expense?” she asked, almost making him laugh.
“I’ll hook you up with my tax guy.”
She didn’t even protest, still on the high of her happiness. “I can’t believe this is actually happening. I mean, of course this is what we worked for all this time, but now it gets real. We can start developing more, making the program more stable. Hopefully, in the next year, we will have the beta ready. Just think of all the good we could do, finding lost and kidnapped children. This is why we didn’t accept a job at some big corporation in Silicon Valley.”
This seemed very important to her, as if it was personal, and he couldn’t help but wonder why.
Before he could ask any further, they were interrupted by a waitress, who dropped the menu cards before them.
“Hi, I’m Mandy, and I’ll be taking care of your table for the night. Wow, I love your hair. It’s so thick and glossy, like sable. I wish mine was like this. Can I touch it?” she asked. She reached in and ran her fingers through Jazzy’s curls without waiting for her permission.
Gio put down his menu with a snap. “Don’t touch her hair.”
The stupid woman rolled her eyes and giggled, as if he’d fucking cracked a joke.
“No need to worry, handsome. I don’t think she’s batting for my team.” Wink.