Romancing Tommy Gabrini (31 page)

“I
told you I was getting so attached to you that I didn’t want to get hurt.
 
I didn’t want it to turn out to be a bad
dream.”

Tommy
understood what she meant.
 
He pulled her
closer.
 
“It won’t, baby,” he said as he
kissed her.
 
“It won’t.
 
And as to getting bored sexually with you,”
he added as he began to rub her ass against his cock, “that can’t happen.”

Grace
leaned against him as she began to feel his erection.
 
“It can’t?” she asked, her eyes closing.

“It
is,” Tommy said with some strain, his voice growing husky, “an
impossibility.”
 

He
reached under her and began unzipping his pants.
 
“Just as holding you in my lap without
fucking you,” he added as he pulled out his already stiff penis, “is an
impossibility.”

“It
won’t ever happen?”

“Not
ever,” he said as he reached under her dress, slid her panties’ center aside,
and began to enter her.
 
Her eyes flew
open as soon as she realized what he was doing.

“Tommy,
here?” she asked as she immediately looked toward the room’s closed door.

“Here,”
he said firmly as he began to slide his large shaft in and out of her
cunt.
 
“Right here and right now.”
 
He closed his eyes as her vagina quickly
began to moisten around his dick.
 
“What
are they going to do?
 
Kick me out of my
own restaurant?”

“But
what if somebody comes in.”

“Locked,”
he said.
 
He meant to say
it’s locked
in reference to the private
dining room, but he couldn’t.
 
He was too
focused on the feel of her, the texture of her, to even think about words.
 
Underneath her skirt he placed his hands
inside her panties, on her bare ass, and lifted her ass.
 
He then began sliding her small body up and
down along his shaft, creating such a wonderful friction between dick and cunt
that all he could do was grunt every time he felt the sensation.
 
And he kept fucking her.
 
He hadn’t had her all week, and he was making
up for all of their lost time.

And
Grace was feeling the effects of their separation, too, as his strokes became
so rhythmic that every gyration made her groan.
 
And between his grunts and her groans, they were in their own zone.
 
The feelings they had for each other, lust
and love, were so strong, and so deep, that a swat team could have knocked the
door down and they still wouldn’t have been able to stop.
 

“Oh,
my baby,” Tommy said huskily as he rubbed his lips against her cheek and began
to thrash her harder.
 

Grace’s
entire body clenched when his dick penetrated her with his deepest penetration
and she felt his fullness to the roots of her hair.
 
She arched upward as he began thrash her in
her deepest fold, and she felt the joy of his penetration and the pain of his
pounding until her cum exploded into a spasm of arching and clenching and clamp
downs.

And
then Tommy’s cum exploded, too.
  

He
pressed his face against her back as he strained to let it all out.
 
His grunt sounded like agony, but his entire
body felt the exhilaration.
 
And she
thought he would be bored with her and her sex.
 
He still couldn’t believe that craziness.

And
then he held her when they both released all they could possibly release.
 
They both were saturated.

Tommy
breathed heavily against her, and she against him, and it took more than a few
minutes before either one of them could even move.

Tommy
made the first move.
 
He pulled out a
clean handkerchief and began wiping her between her legs.
 
Grace leaned against him and closed her eyes.
 
She didn’t think she had an ounce of strength
left.

Tommy
then wiped his penis, inserted it back into his pants, and zipped back up.
 
He then looked sidelong at Grace, kissed her
on her cheek, and stood her back onto solid ground.
 
He remained seated but he grabbed her by the
hand and pulled her to him, as if to whisper to her.

“If
this is what being bored with you is like,” he said to her, “then I don’t wanna
ever be excited.
 
You hear me?”

Grace
smiled.
 
And then nodded.
 
“I hear you.”

“No
more talk of boredom ever again,” he warned her.
 
“The most absurd thing I’ve ever heard.”

And
Grace was elated.
 
Because she agreed
with him.
 
Because she felt like a
natural fool for even thinking that Tommy would ever do anything to hurt her.

Nearly
an hour later and Tommy and Grace were exiting Diamante’s.
 
Across the street, in the parking lot of a
music store, ShoShawna sat in the passenger seat of Anne’s Lexus.
 
Anne, one of Tommy’s assistants, was seated
behind the wheel.

“Is
that her?” ShoShawna asked as they both stared at the couple.

“That’s
her,” Anne said.

ShoShawna’s
heart began to ache when Tommy placed his hand in the small of Grace’s back and
walked her toward his Ferrari.
 
They were
laughing and talking.

“See
how happy he looks?” Anne said.
 
“I told
you she’s made him a very happy man.”

“And
I didn’t?” ShoShawna asked accusatorily.
 

“That’s
not what I meant.”

ShoShawna
continued to stare at the couple, mainly at Grace.
 
“I don’t see where she’s so hot.”

“I
told you it’s not for you or me or anybody else to see.
 
Tommy sees it, whatever it is about her.
 
He sees it, Shanks.”
 
Anne looked at her friend.
 
“Believe that.”

ShoShawna
watched as Tommy sat Grace on the passenger seat, kissed her on the lips,
closed the door, and then began walking toward the driver’s side.
 

He
cranked up and drove off.
 
And he was
laughing as he drove away.
 
Which made
ShoShawna feel even worse.
 
To her, it
was as if he was rubbing it in.
 
It was
as if he was glad to have her out of his life and glad that she wanted him
back, but she couldn’t have him.
 
That
was why ShoShawna was fuming.
 
Because of
the nerve of it all.
 
And although she
never was one of those
if I can’t have
you, nobody will
kind of people, she still couldn’t just sit back and let
him get away with this.
 
She couldn’t
just let him humiliate her like this and he expect no retribution.
 
She didn’t want him, because she never wanted
a man who didn’t want her.
 
But when she
got through with him, his new woman wasn’t going to want him, either.
 
Then would she be able to move on with her
life.
 

And
not a second before.

“You said
he’s going to Vegas, right?” she asked Anne.

Anne
nodded.
 
“Next week, yeah.
 
Reno’s having his kid’s one year birthday
celebration.”

“Reno,
hun?” ShoShawna asked.
 
She couldn’t
stand Reno and Reno couldn’t stand her.

“You
know how tight he and Tommy are,” Anne added.

“Yeah,
they’re tight alright.
 
Thick as
thieves,” she said.
 
“Literally.
 
The assholes.”
 
Then she smiled.
 
“But good.
 
That’ll be perfect.”

Anne
looked at her.
 
“What are you up to,
girl?” she asked her.
 
Then she
smiled.
 
“Do I hear revenge?”

ShoShawna
smiled.
 
“Hear whatever you like.”

Anne
stared at her.
 
Ever since she came on to
Tommy and he turned her down cold, saying flatly he didn’t sleep with his
assistants, she lost any sense of loyalty she had towards him.
 
He made her feel like a fool when he turned
her down.
 
And then to have Sal Luca come
to her later and say he’d be happy to sleep with her, as if Tommy told Sal what
she had done, disgusted her.
 
She slept
with Sal anyway, only to be dumped by him, but she expected Sal to dump
her.
 
He dumped every female he slept
with.
 

But
she expected so much more from Tommy.
 

And
that was why, when ShoShawna started calling her and asking for intel on Tommy,
she gladly obliged.
 
She used to think
she owed Tommy so much.
 
Now, after her humiliation,
she didn’t feel she owed him a damn thing.

“You’re
going to Vegas, aren’t you?” she asked ShoShawna.

ShoShawna
smiled.
 
“Don’t worry about that.”

“I
can take a few days off and go with you, to help you out.”

“No
ma’am,” ShoShawna said flatly.
 
“If I’m
going to rob a bank, I’m not taking witnesses.”

Anne
smiled.
 
“Just don’t kill him off,
Shanks,” she said jokingly.
 
“I need my
job.”

“Stop
worrying for two seconds.
 
He’ll come
back in one piece.”
 
Then ShoShawna
smiled, too.
 
“At least physically he
will,” she added.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The
limousine arrived at the Seattle airstrip and Albert opened the back door for
Tommy and Grace to step out.
 
It was
early morning, the fog hadn’t lifted, and Grace was barely awake.
 
She leaned against Tommy as he gathered her
in his arms and escorted her onto his private plane.
 
And even after they lifted off and headed for
Vegas, they were a tale of two people.
 

They
sat in seats across from each other.
 
They both were casually dressed.
 
But the similarities ended there.

Tommy was raring to go
already. He was fielding back to back business calls, signing documents,
reviewing reports, while Grace could barely keep herself awake.
 
She had completed reports of her own for
Jillian before she left and therefore didn’t go to bed until three a.m..
 
Now it was seven and they were back at it
again.
 
She sipped coffee, watched Tommy
work, and tried with all she had to get the cobwebs out.

Tommy
smiled at her when he finished his last call.
 
“You look adorable this morning,” he said.

Grace
gave him an ugly face.
 
He laughed and
then fielded another phone call.

She
glanced down at his clothes.
 
He was the
adorable one.
 
Because no matter what he
wore, it reeked of money and style.
 
Even
now, in his khaki pants and pullover knit shirt, it was obvious even to her
that those were no off-the-rack throw-ons.
 
Whereas her clothes, she thought, as she glanced down at her jeans and
tucked in polo shirt, screamed Gap and Target and Old Navy kind of attire.
 
And she began to wonder if her less than
sophisticated style bothered a super-stylish man like Tommy.

When
he finished his last phone call, and finally sat aside his work, she decided to
ask him.
 
After that “lunch” date they
had at Diamante’s, she learned to go straight to him whenever she had questions
or concerns.
 
Because if she didn’t know
anything by now, she knew that Tommy was a straight shooter.
 
He wasn’t an appeaser.
 
He’d tell her the truth.

“I
want to ask you a question,” she said to him.

Tommy
leaned back and folded his legs.
 
She had
a cup of coffee in her hands, her second cup of the morning, yet she still
looked exhausted.
 
“Ask away,” he said.