Page 44 of Beniamino Deluca

But I wanted to knock her the hell out for being disrespectful. The bouncer arrived at the exact moment I needed him and he grabbed Cindy by the arm.

“Time for you to get the hell out.” He pulled her away from me, but before she was out of arm’s reach, the bitch spit in my face.

My reflex made me step forward toward her. Female or not, spitting, or at least the way she had done it, meant there was bad blood between us. Cutting her tongue out of her mouth wasn’t the same as hitting her, right?

“Get her the fuck out of here, now, Travis!” Jill came out of nowhere with anger contorting her face. “We don’t play that kind of shit in here. Never bring your narrow asses in here again.”

The other two girls were in shock, appalled by Cindy.

“I’m sorry, Beni,” Debbie said as all three of them were carted away.

I wiped my face with my handkerchief and Jill disappeared behind the bouncer to make sure the three of them left. I looked down to see her saliva on my shirt and I growled. Upstairs in my office, I kept a change of clothes. I’d have to use Simone’s bathroom, though.

I made my way upstairs, grabbed my things, and then used my key to get inside Simone’s office. I showered and got dressed, feeling better than when I’d entered. Almost dressed, I walked out of the bathroom to get my shirt.

“Did you use my body wash?” Simone asked.

“I did,” I confirmed.

Simone stood from the couch and walked around me in circles, sniffing exposed skin every few steps.

“I smell good on you.” She kissed my shoulder and then stood in front of me.

“Always, and I’m not talking about the damn body wash.” I clarified while taking her in. That fucking dress.

“Jill told me what happened. Want me to cut her?” She raised her eyebrow and her expression was completely serious.

“You’re sexy as hell when you are territorial,” I admitted.

“Nobody gets to mark you but me, Beni.” Her face didn’t change as she spoke.

“Agreed. I don’t want anybody else marking me but you.” I admitted.

Simone sighed and turned to walk away.

“Don’t you dare.”

“I don’t know what to do with all the feelings that are fuming inside!” She shouted almost controllably while throwing her hands up in the air.

“What are you going to do about it?”

She turned to me and wrapped her arm around my neck while bringing my head down to her to kiss. She unfastened my pants while our mouths danced together. Her hand moved into my boxer briefs, where she found me already hard. She stroked me slowly while we made out. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, fevered by the desire she’d webbed around us.

“You’re leaking, baby.” She dropped her gaze to my dick, distracted by it. “You’re making a mess.” She moaned before dropping to her knees.

She pulled me into her mouth and hissed, widening my stance.

“I thought doing this here is bad,” I confirmed.

My dick popped free of her mouth, and instantly I missed it.

“It is.” Her hand inched under her dress. “You’re going to fuck me tonight, right?”

“Are you wet?” I asked, debating if her desk could handle me fucking her on it.

“From the moment I saw you.” I heard her fucking herself and how wet she was.

“I’ve been watching you in that damn dress all night,” I admitted to her, wired, and ready to fuck.