“Damn it, Paris!”
I turned instinctively, gun in hand, and aimed directly at the voice, only to realize I was face-to-face with Orlando, Freddy, Kennedy, and Kareem, whose guns were also drawn.
“What the hell did you just do?” Orlando shouted.
“My job. After all, I am the family’s assassin, aren’t I?” I lowered my gun as I spoke. “Now, can you get the hell out of here so I can get my clothes back on?”
London
32
Twenty minutes into my shopping trip at Roosevelt Field Mall, I ditched my security. I just needed some time alone to think, without some hulking guy following my every step. I was still a little disappointed that Harris hadn’t taken me up on my offer to go to lunch. He didn’t have a clue he was doing it, but he was pushing me away, and Tony was standing right there with open arms to catch me when I fell. It wasn’t that I didn’t love Harris, but damn, can a girl get a little attention sometimes? Yes, I’d made a conscious decision to retire from my role in the business, but that didn’t mean I wanted to feel left out and alone. And that was how I felt when it came to Harris. Who could blame me for wanting to escape that type of life? And escape was just what I planned to do as I picked up my phone to call Tony.
“Hey, can I still take you up on your offer?”
“What offer?” he asked.
“You know, your no-strings-attached offer?”
“Oh, yeah!” The excitement in his voice was just what I needed for my self-esteem. “My offer still stands. Anytime you’d like.”
“Right now. I’ll meet you at the Marriott. I’m going to leave a key at the front desk for you.”
“I’m on my way,” he said.
I left the mall and hopped in a cab with my heart pounding. I’d been standing at the edge of infidelity for a while now, and I felt like I’d just jumped off.
Instead of meeting Tony at the bar, I’d decided to cut to the chase and meet him in a private suite. We were both grown. I knew a booty call when I made one; he knew a booty call when he received one. This was something I never dreamed I’d be doing once I walked down that aisle with Harris, but the deeper he got into the family business, the further apart we were drifting. I had to save myself before my bad marriage devoured any self-esteem I had left.
When Tony opened the door, I was already naked on the bed. You should have seen the expression on his face as he climbed next to me, looking like a kid in a candy shop. He barely spoke a word before he proceeded to rock my world.
He slid down the bed and took my foot in his hands, giving me a gentle massage. When he went to put my toes in his mouth, I almost stopped him. I’d never had anyone suck my toes before, nor did I think I’d ever want to, but once he started, not once did I think about telling him to stop. He kissed and sucked every inch of my skin from my toes to my kitty, and by the time he reached it, I’m sure the bed was soaked with my fluids. I’d had men go down on me before, but Tony took it to the next level. He licked and sucked until I came—multiple times. Finally, I was so sensitive down there that I pleaded with him to stop.
That wasn’t the end of it. He made his way up to my lips, and we kissed like we were teenagers. Before I knew it, I was pulling down his pants and admiring the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I guess the rumors were true about Italian men—they did have a little “brotha” in them.
“Your skin ... ,” Tony purred as he rubbed my arm. “It’s so soft.”