Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Excitedly, her head bobs up and down, and as I place my hand on the back of her headrest to reverse the car, she lets out an unexpected moan.
My eyes flick to hers, and seeing the desire on her face as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, I almost change my mind about going out.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to fuck you right here in the car,” I warn her.
She places her hand on my thigh and brush her fingers against the outline of my hard cock. “Then you have to stop looking so hot.”
I let out a predatory chuckle, and shifting the gear into drive, the Lamborgini roars as I steer it toward the gates.
Even though the car is built for racing, I keep to the speed limit so we don’t lose Big Ricky and Tiny in the early evening traffic.
“Where are we going?” Vittoria asks while the little temptress keeps stroking her pinky against my sensitive cock.
“Baby, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come before we reach our destination,” I warn her while grabbing her hand and moving it toward my knee. “Bad girl.”
She lets out a chuckle and turns her attention to the scenery outside.
“I’m taking you out to dinner,” I answer her question.
“At Piccola Sicilia?”
I nod as I turn up one of the main streets in Long Island.
I’ve closed my restaurant for the evening so I can have a candle-lit dinner with my wife.
When I bring the Lamborgini to a stop outside Piccola Sicilia, I turn off the engine and unbuckle the safety belt. “Wait for me to open your door.”
“Okay.”
I check the rearview mirror and wait until Big Ricky and Tiny have scanned the area before I climb out of the vehicle. Walking around the front, I glance around me to make sure it’s safe.
I open the door, and taking Vittoria’s hand, I pull her out of her seat and grip her against my side. When we walk into the restaurant, her smile widens as she glances at the empty tables. “It’s only us?”
“Yes. I wanted you all to myself,” I murmur.
Reaching the candle-lit table, I pull out a chair for her. I had Eddie prepare everything for tonight.
Our chairs are next to each other, and we have a view of Lake Ronkonkoma in the distance.
I sit down beside Vittoria, and I smile at my wife.
She glances at where Tiny and Big Ricky have their own table before giving me all her attention. “This is lovely.”
“A special night for my special girl,” I murmur right before a server brings a bottle of wine to the table.
“Evening, Mr. Rizzo…Mrs. Rizzo. May I pour?” he asks.
I nod and watch as he fills our glasses to the half mark.
When he leaves us alone, I take hold of Vittoria’s hand and just stare at her while I sip my wine.
Her smile keeps growing until she chuckles, “If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
I let out a burst of laughter and rub my thumb over the back of her hand. “Serves you right for almost making me combust in the car.”
She gives me a sheepish grin, which only makes me love her more.
Tilting my head, I relax in the chair. “We haven’t talked about it yet, but I wanted to know what you plan to do with your inheritance when it pays out.”
Her eyebrows draw together. “You know about it?”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “I know everything, baby.”
She playfully rolls her eyes at me, then says, “I don’t know. Initially, I was going to use the money to get away from Giorgio.” She shrugs. “I’ll probably just leave it in my bank account.”
“If you want, I can help you invest the money?”
She nods, looking a little relieved. “I’d appreciate it.”
My thumb keeps brushing over her soft skin. “What do you want to do with your father’s house?”
She thinks for a moment, then replies, “I don’t want to sell it.”
“You don’t have to.” My eyes drift over her face. “You can rent it out or just leave it empty.”
She turns her hand over beneath mine and weaves her fingers with mine. “I’ll think about it.”
The server brings us our appetizers, and while we enjoy the seared scallops, I feel calm for the first time this week.
Vittoria pats the corners of her mouth with her napkin, then asks, “How many children would you like to have?”
I grin at her as I answer, “As many as you want. I’m at your service twenty-four-seven.”
Laughter bursts from her, and I drink in the magical sound.
We enjoy the rest of our meal, and after the dishes are cleared from the table, I remove the tiny velvet box from the breast pocket of my jacket and get up from the chair.
Vittoria gives me a questioning look until I sink down on one knee before her.