Page 145 of Steal My Heart

“Yes, Angelo.” I breathe, bracing my hands on the mirror as he slides my panties down, helping me step out of them.

“That’s right.” He kicks my feet apart before the sound of his metal zipper sliding down has me so on edge I might orgasm before he gets inside me.

I’m naked; he’s fully clothed. Those two facts drive me wild.

Angelo grips my hair, watching us in the mirror as his cock slides between my ass cheeks. “I will own every one of your pretty holes, but not today. Today, I need to be inside this sweet pussy.”

“Yes.” I moan, arching my back as he inches inside me.

“Look at my future wife. She takes my cock so well,” he praises as he shifts forward, stretching me full.

The back of my head lulls against warm chest as he fucks me so hard, I’m lifted onto my tiptoes with each forward motion.

“The things I want to do to you,amorina.”

The sound of my pants and his filthy-sounding Italian words fill the room.

I’m so keyed up, God, I don’t even know how it happens so fast, but my body shudders violently; my orgasm rips through me with brutal force as I come long and hard. Spots blink behind my eyes as my body goes limp.

“Christ.” He grits, wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me upright. He begins fucking me ruthlessly. “Such a naughty girl, watching me fuck you bare. Maybe I’ll put a baby in you, Remi. Your belly swollen with my child. Those big breasts dripping with milk. I’m going to steal a little taste.”

“Oh.” My moan surprises myself, because, damn, I didn’t know I’d be into that…but maybe?

A snarl rips through his chest as he comes hard, his hot cum spurting inside me in long bursts.

Our chest heaves as we watch each other in the mirror.

“I’m on the pill,” I remind him.

“For now.” He lifts my hair to the side, peppering my neck with kisses.

“For now,” I agree with a smile.

Chapter Forty-Four

Angelo

“Mayor James Morrissey resigned in the wake of the Mini Mardi Gras Scandal. The former mayor and Dr. Laurie Kohl have both been arrested for the misappropriation of funds of the charitable program known as Mini Mardi Gras. The charitable mission of the program was to bring the spirit of Carnival to children hospitalized with cancer. But according to the indictment, Dr. Khol embezzled those funds and funneled the money into a Political Action Committee for Mayor Morrissey’s campaign. The Mayor, in turn, fraudulently expensed those funds for various campaign events, and the two split the money. To cover for their elaborate scheme, the indictment alleges that Dr. Kohl stole her then-boyfriend Angelo Calvani’s credit card to purchase items for the Mini Mardi Gras parade?—”

“She was never my girlfriend!” I shout at the reporter on the screen.

“The City Council has appointed Angelo Calvani as interim mayor. The local businessman and philanthropist will be sworn to the position on Monday, where he will serve the remainder of former Mayor Morrissey’s term. After which, Mayor Calvani says he plans on running for election.”

I flip off the television in Remi’s new office and stroll down the hall to find her overseeing the renovations of the lounge. A second-floor VIP section of private boxes is being added; one reserved for myself and Nola, of course.

“Come look.” She grabs my hand, leading me across the new black and white checkerboard floor. “We’ve moved the stage to this side of the room, because the acoustics are better. What do you think of our jazz wall of fame? Too vain?”

The photo I snapped of Remi practicing on stage atThe Boardroomis amongst photos of the jazz greats.

“Not vain enough; yours needs to be bigger,” I inform her.

She giggles, running her nails through my beard.

“I have to go handle some business.” Grabbing her hand, I kiss her fingers, one by one.

“Yes, Mr. Mayor.” Remi bats her eyes.

“Say that again when I move into my office at City Hall, on your knees underneath my desk.”