Page 43 of Sweetest Sin (Tempting Love #1)

Peyton

Usually, we’re driven in the town car by one of Dominick’s drivers and accompanied by at least one guard, but tonight, Dominick is driving us in his sports car, which reminds me of him—sleek, expensive, and clean, but not flashy.

Because he doesn’t need to prove himself to anyone.

He loves the finer things life has to offer, but not to show off.

“They’re around,” he says, laying his hand on my thigh and squeezing. “But I want tonight to be about us.”

“Have you found Anthony yet?” I ask, knowing it’s driving him insane that he can’t find him.

The guy had better enjoy his freedom because after what he did to Brielle—I was sickened when she told me—Dominick and Matteo are going to kill him when they finally get their hands on him.

“Not yet.” He grips the steering wheel tighter. “As much as I despise him, I think he’s a small player in this game.”

He rarely talks about business with me, saying he doesn’t want to burden me with shit that I don’t need to be concerned with, but I like when he does because I don’t think he talks to many people.

Aside from Matteo and Lorenzo and his business associate Jaimie, who he mentions once in a while, I don’t think he trusts many people.

“I assumed it was him going after our shipments, but I’m starting to question it,” he admits.

“The mayor is up to some shit, and I think there’s someone else involved.

We haven’t been able to pinpoint who or why, but Anthony was left nothing when his dad died.

The company was sold off, and Joseph’s wife took the life insurance, using it to move out of town and start over. ”

He takes the exit toward Miami, and I briefly wonder where we’re going tonight. Hopefully, it’s somewhere to eat because I’m starved.

“So, if he was left nothing, then he has nothing to lose, and it would make sense that he’s coming after you, right?”

Dominick eyes me with a smirk. “Correct, except he had to have paid the guys who fucked with our shipments. And Anthony doesn’t have money.”

“Then, he has to be getting money from somewhere,” I muse, feeling like I’m part of a romantic suspense book. “Or he knows someone with money.”

“Ding, ding, ding.” Dominick grins. “We thought it was the mayor since he’d backed Anthony at the auction, but he swears he’s not working with Anthony, and we haven’t found any evidence that contradicts his statement.”

“So, you think someone else is coming after you?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me. Since Andrey died, I’ve made a lot of enemies, refusing to do business like him. Usually, when someone comes after you, it’s to make a point. But so far, nobody has come forward with any demands.”

He pulls into a parking garage, and I realize I was so focused on our conversation that I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going.

“So, what are you going to do?” I ask, unlocking my seat belt.

Dominick turns toward me and cups the side of my face with his warm, large palm. “I’m going to enjoy my night with my beautiful girlfriend because all that shit will still be there tomorrow, but tonight is about us.”

I roll my eyes, trying to play off his sweet words, but the blush that creeps up my neck and face gives me away.

“There she is,” Dominick says, rubbing my cheek. “My Peaches. I love when you blush for me.” He leans in and softly kisses my lips. “Stay right there.”

He turns the car off and gets out, rounding the front and then opening my door. I eye him for a few seconds, soaking in this gorgeous man. Tonight, he’s dressed in a sharp charcoal suit that fits him like it was tailor-made. And it probably was.

Extending his hand, he helps me out of his car and threads his fingers through mine.

He guides us to an elevator and presses the number one. I want to ask where we are and what we’re doing here, but the suspense of it all is kind of fun.

When we step out of the elevator, we’re met by an older gray-haired gentleman, sporting a sleek tux. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Antonov.”

I glance at Dominick, and he smirks, all too pleased with me being referred to as his wife.

“Welcome to the Miami Museum of Art.”

I whip my head around to look at Dominick again, who simply nods at the gentleman.

“We’re at an art museum?” I ask even though I already know we are.

“You still love art museums, right?” Dominick asks, following the gentleman as he walks us down a narrow hallway and out a back door.

“I do. I love all museums, especially ones filled with art.”

But how does he know that?

“But first, dinner,” Dominick says, pointing to a table and chairs that are situated outside, overlooking the water.

“Dom,” I breathe, my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I take in the romantic scene in front of me.

We’re at an art museum.

On the beach.

Having a candlelit dinner.

Then, the gentleman lifts the silver tops covering the plates. And I’m done.

Because sitting on my plate is none other than pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

“Breakfast for dinner,” I choke out, tears filling my lids. “You …” I shake my head, and Dominick smiles warmly at me. “You remembered.”

Over four and a half years ago, I told him all the things I loved, and he not only remembered, but he’s combined them to create the perfect date.

“I once let you go,” he says, reaching over the table and taking my hand, “because I thought it was for the best. The truth is, it probably was. I never wanted you to be caught up in my shit. Immersing you in my world is dangerous, and with the enemies I have, loving you is a weakness I can’t afford.

Despite all that, I still love you and want you because the idea of not having you and our son in my life is unfathomable. ”

Oh my God … he just said … he just said he loves me.

“You love me?”

Dominick chuckles and shakes his head. “All that, and that’s what you focused on? Did you not hear the part about my world being dangerous and me having enemies?”

“Yeah, but I already knew that.” I shrug. “What I didn’t know was that you loved me.”

He scoots back, and I take that as my cue to get up and round the table, climbing into his lap so I’m sitting sideways across his thighs.

“Yes, Peyton, I love you. I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since the moment you fell into my lap on the plane. But I didn’t want to admit it.”

He loves me. This hard, cold businessman, who shows no mercy to anyone, loves me. I should be focused on the facts that his world is dangerous, that he has countless enemies, and that our son needs a guard with him at school to keep him safe. That every moment I’m with him, our lives are at risk.

But the only thing that matters is that he loves me. He listens to me, values me. He is a hands-on, loving father, and he wants to give us a wonderful life.

This is what I’ve always wanted. What my mom wanted, but died without ever having. To be loved so fiercely by a man that he would do anything for me, including creating a thoughtful, perfect date. It seems so trivial, but isn’t that what life is all about? Falling in love and finding happiness.

And Dominick Antonov makes me happy.

“I love you,” I tell him, “And I’m so glad we found our way back to each other.”

My mouth crashes down on his, and as we kiss, all thoughts of breakfast and the museum are lost. All I want is to love Dominick and be loved by him.

I have no idea who’s around or watching—and I honestly don’t care—as I reach down and unbutton and unzip his pants.

Without breaking our kiss, I pull him out and stroke his long, thick shaft, getting it nice and hard, while Dominick reaches into my panties and massages my clit.

We’re supposed to be on a romantic first date, yet all I can think about is him fucking me senseless.

I swirl the pre-cum dripping from his slit around his head and use it as lubricant to stroke him hard and slow while he matches my pace, rubbing my clit while sinking a couple of fingers into my center.

“I’m so close,” I murmur against his lips, my body coiled so tightly that I have no doubt when my release hits me, it’s going to be earth-shattering.

“That’s it, baby,” Dominick says. “Come all over my goddamn fingers so I can shove my cock inside that warm pussy.”

His dirty words are my undoing. I come so hard that fireworks, in vibrant colors, burst behind my lids. He fingers me through my orgasm, not stopping until I sigh in pleasure against his chest.

“Fuck, Peaches, do you have any idea what your orgasms do to me?” he asks as he reaches down with his other hand and tears my panties from my body.

“Dominick!” I chide. “At this rate, I’m going to have no underwear left.”

“Good,” he says. “Now, lift.”

He taps my ass, and I rise, swinging my leg around so I’m straddling him.

He guides the head of his cock into me, and inch by inch, I slowly lower myself onto his hard length.

It’s the first time I’ve been on top, and I’ve never felt so full.

When my butt meets his thighs, we groan in unison at the way he fits so snugly inside of me.

“It feels like you’re hitting my cervix,” I joke, then blush when I realize how unsexy that sounds.

Of course, Dominick simply grins, taking it as a compliment. “You riding me, baby? Or do you want me to fuck you from the bottom?”

I attempt to ride him, but in the position I’m in on his lap, I can’t use my feet to lift myself up and down. When I pout, he chuckles, captures my mouth with his, and grabs my ass cheeks.

We work together—him moving me up and down and me swiveling my hips to hit the spot that feels good—and within minutes, we both find our release.

I never knew it could be like this. The connection we share goes deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. I didn’t know what I was missing until Dominick, and now, I can’t imagine going a day without him.

“Best dessert before dinner,” he says with a smirk that has my eyes rolling upward.

How a man can be so deadly and serious yet cheesy astounds me.

“Come, baby,” he says, pulling out and grabbing a napkin to stop his cum from ruining our outfits. “Let’s get cleaned up and eat. Our night is only beginning.”

Breakfast for dinner.

An entire art gallery to ourselves.

And a walk along the beach, where he had a picnic with dessert—actual dessert—waiting for us.

“You realize you’ve set the bar high,” I tell him on the way home.

“I’m okay with that,” Dominick says, focusing on the road.

It’s late, nearly two in the morning, but I don’t feel tired. It’s probably the adrenaline buzzing through me from our evening together. Tonight was amazing. More than amazing. And I never wanted it to end.

“Just remember that when—” My words are cut off by the sound of Dominick’s phone ringing.

Matteo’s name flashes across the screen and my stomach sinks—for him to be calling this late, it can’t be good.

“Yeah,” he says over Bluetooth after accepting the call.

“I just left the precinct. Four of our guys were arrested for distribution tonight.”

“Let me guess,” Dominick says, his jaw clenched in anger. “The mayor.”

“According to my guy, he signed off on it. Had the cops searching everywhere for them, determined to bring them in. The guy is starting to piss me the fuck off.”

“Could you be arrested?” I ask Dominick, thoughts of him ending up in jail and leaving Damien and me flashing through my head.

“We could,” Matteo answers before Dominick can, “but it wouldn’t hold.”

“I’ll contact Michael in the morning,” Dominick says. “It should give you time to handle things on your end.”

“On it,” Matteo says.

“Who’s Michael?” I ask.

I should probably stop asking questions, but Dominick has never told me to mind my business, and he’s never refused to answer me. If I’m going to be in this life with him, then I want to be in the know. Knowledge is power after all.

“Our attorney on retainer,” Dominick says to me. Then, to Matteo, he says, “Meet me in my office downtown tomorrow morning so we can go over things.”

“You’re going to the office?” Matteo asks in confusion, most likely because Dominick has been working from home since Damien and I moved in, only going into the office on occasion.

“Yeah. I promised my future wife I’d keep the violence out of our home. And I am a man of my word.”

He ends the call, and a chill spreads through my body at his words. Dominick is pissed. But he’s containing it for me. I love that he’s willing to do that, but also …

“I don’t want you to hide your emotions from me. I like knowing what’s going on. I want us to be open with each other and talk. I can handle it.”

Dominick pulls up to the wrought iron gate, and the guard lets us through. The garage door opens, and he pulls into the bay and turns off the car.

“What you said means a lot to me,” he says, stroking the side of my face.

“And I will talk to you, but whoever is doing this is starting a war, and I won’t bring that into our home.

I couldn’t protect my mom and sister, but I will do everything in my power to protect you and Damien.

You two have filled these walls with love and laughter and fucking light, and I won’t darken it with this shit. ”

I nod in understanding. “Okay, but just promise me you’ll be safe.” I frame his stubbled jaw with my hands. “I’ve grown quite fond of you. And it would suck to lose the man I love and the father of my children.”

“Children?” He quirks a brow.

“Well, with how many times you’ve come in me, I’m bound to be pregnant by now.”

I roll my eyes, and he barks out a laugh.

“Just admit you want to have more of my babies,” he says, a twinkle in his eye.

“I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” I admit. “At least it would give me something to do all day. Between you working and Damien going to school, I’m bored out of my mind here.”

I slide out of the passenger seat and close the door, and Dominick meets me by the door to the house.

“Be ready to leave tomorrow at seven … and dress professionally.”

“To drop Damien off at school?”

I get out and walk him into his class every morning, but yoga pants and a tank top are as dressed up as I get, even if the other rich, stuck-up moms glare at me judgingly.

“No.” He chuckles. “To go to work with me. As much as I love seeing your peach of an ass in those tight pants you wear around the house, I don’t think it’s appropriate in a place of business.”

My eyes widen. When I said I wanted him to talk to me, I didn’t mean I wanted to be a part of whatever they were plotting.

“I am not capable of killing anyone,” I blurt out, making him double over in laughter.

“Fuck, baby. I needed that.” He slides his arm across my shoulders and walks us inside. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t go around killing people on a regular basis,” he says.

I raise a brow, silently reminding him of his conversation with Matteo, and he shakes his head.

“Touché,” he says with a laugh, pulling me into his side and giving my temple a kiss. “Tou-fucking-ché.”