Page 18 of Capone (Sinful Warriors MC #6)

But deep down, I knew I had to tell Giovanna, eventually. It would be dishonest of me to withhold that kind of information.

As we finished up our appetizers, Giovanna took her napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth. “That had to be the best bruschetta I’ve ever had. My mom would kill me if she heard me say that.”

“Sara and Cara are a mix of all trades. One second, they can be kicking someone’s ass and the next, they’re Susie Homemaker.”

“I saw that last night when we were cooking dinner. They mentioned that before they started offering security services through their company that they ran two of the restaurants the club owns.”

I had almost forgotten I was supposed to be telling her about the club offer. I was so wrapped up in just enjoying her company. “I’m glad you mentioned that. The club wanted me to talk to you.”

A nervous expression overcame her face. “Talk to me about what?”

“About opening a bakery.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?” she asked gleefully.

“Yes. Your desserts were a hit last night. All the brothers were singing your praises in church today, no pun intended.”

“Would the club own the bakery?”

“No. We would be silent partners, only owning a small portion of the bakery. If there ever came a time where you wanted to fully own the bakery, you could draw up the paperwork and buy us out.”

She sat there silently, mulling over my words. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course. There’s no pressure.”

Sara came out shortly after and served us dinner. She made us caprese-stuffed chicken, with garlic and feta mashed potatoes, parmesan-roasted green beans, and garlic bread.

Over the course of dinner, I thoroughly enjoyed my alone time with her. Normally, by now, I would be bored with a woman. By the time we finished our dessert, I wasn’t ready to let her go. So, after Sara left, I decided to take her inside.

I turned on my stereo and played “ Best Part” by H.E.R. I knew she was obsessed with her music. Anytime she was getting ready in the bathroom, she would always play her music.

“Dance with me, Sugar?” I held my hand out to her.

Placing her tiny hand in mine, she allowed me to lead her to the middle of my living room.

I pulled her body flush against mine, slowly swaying to the beat.

Her head rested against my chest as her body fully relaxed, allowing me to lead us.

After a moment of silence, she pulled her head away from my chest to look up at me in wonderment.

“I know I asked this before, but seriously, where the hell did you come from? Like, how the hell are you even still single?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Placing my hand on her lower back, I brought her even closer to me. “That’s what you’re not getting, Sugar. This version of me doesn’t exist with anyone else because I was only made for you .”

Silently, she stared up at me, searching my eyes for the truth. I held her stare, wanting her to see just how I truly felt about her. After a few minutes, she pulled my head down and kissed me with her soft plump lips.

Parting her lips, she granted me access to slip my tongue inside.

Her tiny moans egged me on. I had no plans on fucking Giovanna tonight.

I wanted this date to be a testament on where I wanted this relationship to go.

All my plans were slowly being dismantled as her tongue wrestled with mine.

Her soft whimpers were like a plea for me to take her in only the way I could.

Her fingers clutched my shirt, holding on tight as I tangled my hand in her hair, tilting her head to kiss her deeper. When she sucked my tongue with urgency, I broke the kiss with a groan.

“Fuck, Sugar. I’m trying to be good.”

“Don’t be.” She placed a hand on the back of my neck, bringing my lips back down to hers.

Swiftly, I picked her up, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I walked us toward my bedroom, clutching her ass, never breaking the kiss.

I told myself I would indulge in a little kissing and that would be it.

But once I tasted her addicting flavor on my tongue, my mind had a one-track train of thought.

She tasted like fuckin’ honey just like she smelled, and I was willing to bet her lips wouldn’t be the only intoxicating thing about her.

Once we were inside my bedroom, I placed her on her feet, breaking the kiss.

Placing my hand on the zipper of her dress, I paused, giving her time to stop me.

When she didn’t, I pulled the zipper down and watched the dress fall from her body.

As she stood before me, dressed in nothing but a lace thong and heels, I had to ask what the hell I did to ever deserve her.

She’s just as sexy as I imagined. Her ample breast begs for my attention. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Sugar.”

A blush coated her cheeks as she nibbled on her bottom lip, watching me. Scooping her up once again, I lay her in my bed. Covering her body with mine, I kissed her succulent lips again, loving how her naked body felt against me.

“Luca,” she moaned, as I began to toy with her hard nipples.

Making my way down her body, I wrapped my lips around her nipple, alternating between sucking and nibbling. Her body arched into mine. She placed her hands on both sides of my face and held me to her breast. Her cries of pleasure was my undoing.

Sliding my hand inside her panties, I found them soaking wet, just like I knew she would be. She gasped loudly and began to roll her hips. I circled her hardened nub, loving the way her body reacted to me.

“Fuck. You’re soaked, baby.”

“Ohhhh. Luca, that feels so… Aah!” Her words were cut short as I inserted two fingers into her. He walls gripped me so damn tight, a drop of precum leaked out of me. My dick was begging to be free from the confines of my pants.

Abruptly, I stood, shedding my clothes down to my briefs as fast as I could. When Giovanna’s gaze landed on my hardened length, her eyes bucked. “Like what you see, Sugar?”

Dropping to my knees at the end of the bed, I grabbed hold of her ankles and dragged her toward me. I placed kisses on the inside of her thighs, loving the way she squirmed for me. Giovanna looked down at me with a mix of anticipation and nerves.

I locked eyes with her as I pulled her underwear to the side, dragging my tongue slowly through her wetness.

She tasted un-fucking believable. I was addicted.

I feasted on her, loving how her essence tasted on my tongue.

It was mouthwatering and hypnotizing. I couldn't get enough.

Giovanna clutched the sheets with a white-knuckling force.

I fucked her with two fingers while lapping at her clit. She was so damn tight. Her pussy molded my fingers perfectly. All I could think about was how tight she would grip my cock.

Her moans had now turned into screams. I watched in sheer satisfaction as her body trembled under me. “Luca!” she shouted as her walls clamped down on my fingers. Her release leaked down my hand. I didn’t relent or slow down.

Needing to successfully snatch her soul, I turned her over onto her stomach. I slightly lifted her hips off the bed. I lightly grazed my tongue over her ass while rubbing her pearl. “Do you want this, Sugar?”

All I got in response was her moans. I gave her cheek a gentle bite, causing her to jump. “Answer me?” I demanded.

“Yes!” she cried out.

I didn’t need to hear anything else. I buried my tongue in her ass, effectively driving her crazy.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chanted. Her voice was almost hoarse from all the screaming she’d done.

My fingers were soaked in her arousal. I slid two fingers back inside her soaked sex, eating her like she was The Last Supper. She ground against my mouth and fingers, taking her pleasure. After several strokes, I added another finger, stroking her G-spot with each thrust.

“Luca!” she screamed as she shattered once again.

This time, her release shot out of her, soaking the bed. I slowed the pace of my fingers until she came down. Her body was still overly sensitive as she lay across my bed, slightly trembling. I was more than satisfied with the outcome.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. When I returned, she was no longer on her stomach. She was on her side, curled up. Softly I chuckled, as I flipped her onto her back and began wiping between her legs.

“W-what about you?” she asked softly as she stared at my hard dick in my briefs.

“Tonight was about you, baby.” I kissed her lips and grabbed one of my shirts from the dresser. Giovanna stared up at me, like she was starstruck, as I put my shirt on her. “Now, let’s go to bed.”

Giovanna nestled into my side, wrapping her arms around my waist. As I lay there, I had never been more content in all my thirty-three years of living. Giovanna was going to be it. Nothing and no one could tell me differently.