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  Sal pulled her closer. “What’s to be impressed about? I take care of you, Gem. That’s what I do. That woman wants to drag my wife in court on some trumped up lawsuit and you think I’m going to just leave town and let you figure it out? Hell no. I’m going to track down the people bothering you and handle it before I leave town. You know that. When have I ever left you hanging?”

  Gemma smiled a grand smile and threw herself back into his big, warm arms. She knew she was right to stand by him. Bump what Reno said. “Never,” she declared. “You have never left me hanging!” And then she squeezed his tight, bare ass and waited excitedly for him to squeeze hers.

  She didn’t have to wait long. He was squeezing her ass almost as she was squeezing his. Only hers was covered in clothing. That was not going to work. He began removing her clothes so fast that she was naked within seconds. And then he just stood there, rubbing her slender arms and taking and her all in. She was lithe, and dark, and gorgeous.

  “Ready to take a ride, baby?” Sal asked her, looking down at her elegant frame.

  Gemma could feel her vagina tighten. He didn’t have to ask twice. “I’m ready,” she said. “I’m always ready for you.”

  Sal lifted her into his arms and carried her to their bed. Her breasts were his first target, and he was taking care of business. From one to the other one, and back again, he was sucking them and squeezing them until she could feel the pain.

  Sal felt nothing but pleasure. Her nipples were dark and so succulent that he started licking them and rubbing them. Then he was squeezing her entire mounds again as he sucked them. When he realized they were swollen to the point of pain, he moved down. He began kissing her stomach, her bikini line, and then he was between her legs, kissing her there.

  Gemma began to squirm in bed as his tongue began to lick her. Because Sal moved so slowly, so achingly slow, that every fiber of her vagina felt the scorch or his tongue. He was flicking her clit and licking and kissing her with a mastery that made her lick her own lips and close her own eyes as he took her to that sensual of sensual places.

  And when he began eating her; when he began to part her folds and eat her pussy, she lifted her upper body as if she had to sit up and take notice. But Sal forced her back down as he continued to eat her. “It’s alright, baby,” he said to her. “I won’t hurt you. I just want need to eat you.”

  Gemma felt the full force of that meal as he went down even further inside of her. And then his head was bobbing, moving up and down along her folds, and she was holding his head and directing his movements.

  Sal loved it when Gemma gave direction. She knew exactly where she wanted him to go. She was moving his head as if he was a vibrator, but no vibrator ever invented could make her feel the way Sal made her feel. She was on the verge of an orgasm of earth shattering proportions.

  Sal moved up. He knew when she was on the verge and he wanted her to get the full effect. He eased his fully aroused penis to the tip of her super-wet vagina and shoved it in.

  Gemma cried out when she felt the force, and opened her legs wider as he pushed further and further in. She had never known a man who could make her feel so exhilarated just from the wave of his initial entry. But Sal always made her feel that way.

  And when he began to fuck her, she felt as if her world was spinning. “I won’t hurt you, sweet baby,” he kept telling her, but he was putting a sweet hurting on her pussy. She could feel his bigness with every push in. She could feel the very veins of his rod with every scrape of her insides that his masterful movements performed. He was putting it on her and she was taking it. She was in that place of love where her orgasm remained on the verge, and the climax was a long, continual feeling of his great sex.

  Sal felt her too. He felt her to the roots of his hair. He was in his stroke now. He was in his groove. And his ass was moving around and around as he fed her and she gave it up for him. He’d never wanted to fuck anybody more than he always wanted to fuck Gemma, and every time he had the pleasure to do her, he made the most of it.

  He was making the most of it tonight. He was keeping her on the verge, that perfect sex, until he was on the verge himself. And then it couldn’t get any better. He fucked her longer than they thought would have been possible when he first took her to their bed. Until his stroking became more arduous because her pussy became narrower, and she climaxed with a hard clench that stopped his strokes completely.

  And he came too. His ass squeezed and his shoulders tightened and the veins of his arms revealed themselves in brilliant display. He grunted as he released inside of her. Because he was pouring out. Because the sex she gave to him was more than an exercise. It was a feeling that was beyond description. It was a feeling that took him to a place that made him feel as if he was levitating.

  And then he was fucking her again, as the sloshing sounds of his cum forced it out and down her thighs. And Gemma was climaxing again. She thought it was over, but as soon as he began fucking again, her orgasm reignited again. And they were climaxing together. Until neither one of them could make another move.

  Sal laid on top of her, put his arms around her, and kissed her long and lovingly.

  But then his cock was moving inside of her again. And her pussy was aroused again as he moved. They kept kissing as he fucked her. She wrapped her arms around him as he took her on yet another euphoric ride. He kept fucking her and kissing her. He kept stroking her and massaging her and giving his all to her. And then he was cumming again. And she was climaxing again. And the fruit of their labors were pouring down her thighs as he shuddered and she pulsated and they fucked with such ferocity that even the bed springs seemed wondrously distressed, and on the verge of popping too.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Later, that night, after Sal had fucked her so hard that he had fallen asleep almost immediately, Gemma got out of bed, showered, and made her way downstairs. Her goal was to cook a dinner befitting her man, or her conquering hero as she sometimes thought of Sal, and to finish before he woke up.

  She almost succeeded. The shrimp had been boiled, chopped, marinated with lemon, lime, and orange juice. Her cucumbers and peppers had also been chopped into the mixture and the bowl had been placed in the Frig for cooling. By the time Sal was coming downstairs, nearly an hour-and-a-half later, Gemma had taken the shrimp mixture out and was adding avocados and chopped cilantro.

  “Smells good in here,” Sal said as he entered the kitchen. He was shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants that were down so low that they hung beneath his tanned, chiseled torso. “What’s for dinner?”

  “Shrimp ceviche.”

  “Nice,” Sal said with a smile. It was one of his favorite dishes.

  But he was also smiling because Gemma wore one of his dress shirts, a shirt that swallowed her slender frame, and he reached underneath and rubbed her bare ass as he kissed her on the neck. Then he reached in to grab one of the shrimp, but Gemma hit him on his hand.

  “Not ready yet, Caveman. Have a seat.”

  Sal grinned and slapped her ass. Then he walked over to the table in their huge, gourmet kitchen, and took a seat. He leaned back and watched as she continued to prepare their meal. She was such a good woman, he knew he didn’t deserve her. “How was your day?” he asked her.

  She glanced back at him. “Just getting around to asking?”

  “I got preoccupied earlier, by that ass of yours. How was your day?”

  Gemma smiled as she grabbed a tomato to chop. “It was good.” Then she added: “Until Reno showed up.”

  “Reno? What did he do now?”

  “He didn’t do anything. But he was upset that you missed the meeting. A meeting I now realize wasn’t necessary, but we didn’t know that at the time.”

  “What did he say to you?”

  “His usual spiel.”

  “Downing me, you mean?”

  “Wondering why you weren’t there. Wondering just how committed you were to me because you weren’t there. His usual soapbox.”
/>   “He needs to mind his fucking business,” Sal responded. “That’s what he needs to do.”

  But Gemma wasn’t going to let Sal off of the hook that easily. Reno could be a handful, but he wasn’t usually far off the mark. “He’s concerned about me,” Gemma said. “And he worries about you, whether you believe it or not. You know he’s coming from a good place. But lately . . .”

  Sal looked at her. “Lately what?”

  “I don’t know. It looks like whenever Reno and I are in the same room it’s like we’re combustible. We have all of this tension we didn’t used to have, and I don’t know where it’s coming from.”

  Sal knew where it was coming from. He knew, between the Gabrini Corporation and all of that past shit he had to clean up, he was away from Gemma too many nights. He also knew men were waiting in the wings if she ever left him. Reno was madly in love with Trina, and would never put any woman before her, but he also knew that men like he and Reno always had to have a back-up plan. Somebody waiting in the wings too. He didn’t want Gemma to be Reno’s plan B should Trina dump his ass. Gemma was no man’s plan B. This shit had to stop, and Sal knew he was the only one who could stop it.

  “I’ll pay him a visit,” he said.

  Gemma looked at him. “Pay him a visit for what?” When she realized it was that testosterone talking now, she frowned. “Don’t go starting something, Sal. There’s nothing to talk about. He didn’t know you had met with Liz Mertan privately. None of us knew. He was just responding to the moment.”

  “Yeah, you say.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I know men, Gemma. That’s what it means! I know what his ass is up to. I know what all of that so-called tension is all about.”

  “Oh, yeah? And what is it about, Madam Cleo? Please tell me what it’s about.”

  “It’s sexual tension,” Sal said bluntly. “It’s the fact that he wants our marriage to fail so he can be the main man in your life again.”

  Gemma frowned. She couldn’t believe it. “He wants our marriage to fail? He wants to be the main man in my life? Are you nuts, Salvatore Luciano? Reno and I have never, not ever, had that kind of relationship and you know it! Why would you even think such nonsense?”

  “I know men. Men are dogs when it comes to women.”

  “You’re off base, Sal,” Gemma made clear. “Reno loves Trina with the kind of love that I envy. He’s totally devoted to her!”

  Sal knew what that implied. He knew it implied that his devotion to Gemma was suspect. It wasn’t in his heart. But it was in Gemma’s. Not that he didn’t understand why she would have her doubts. He knew his unavoidable absences made Gemma doubt his commitment. It was their painful reality. “I’m just telling you what I think,” he said less animatedly.

  “Well your thinking is wrong,” Gemma responded. “Me and Reno? Please! Nothing could be further from the truth!”

  Sal didn’t argue with her. Because he knew what he was talking about. He and Reno were too much alike. They were two dogs with the same pedigree, and they both knew how to bark. But before any biting took place, Sal knew he had to once and for all lock it down.

  Gemma prepared two plates and carried them to the table. “I found a car, Sal,” she said as she sat his plate in front of him.

  “Looks great, babe,” he said as he grabbed a shrimp and immediately popped it into his mouth. Then he looked at her as he chewed. “What do you mean you found a car?”

  Gemma sat down across from him and held out her hand. Sal took her hand and they bowed their heads.

  “Dear Lord,” Gemma said, “thank you for this food that you have given to us. We ask that it will be a blessing to us and do us no harm. In Jesus name we pray. Amen.”

  “Amen,” Sal echoed and began to eat. He looked at his wife as he ate. “You found a car? What is that supposed to mean?”

  “I went to a dealership and found a car.”

  “Without me?”

  Gemma knew he wasn’t going to be pleased. But he’d had a hectic schedule lately. “I knew you were busy, and I needed to get it done.”

  “I’m never too busy for you,” Sal said. “And I thought I told you I don’t want you going on some funky car lot without me. They see a woman like you coming and they drool at the mouth with excitement.”

  Gemma smiled. “They drool, Sal? Really?”

  “Because you showed up, hell yeah. Because a real lady showed up. A fragile, vulnerable, sweet innocent lady that they can screw over.”

  Gemma couldn’t help it. She laughed.

  Sal didn’t get it. “What’s so funny?”

  “You are! Fragile? Vulnerable? Innocent? Me? Really, Sal?”

  “That’s how I see you. And that’s how a lot of other guys sees you, too. I don’t want those sweaty-palmed salesmen salivating over you and taking advantage of you and I’m not even in town to set their asses straight.”

  Gemma was touched by his concern for her. She felt blessed to have a man like him. “I didn’t purchase it. I told them you would have to approve first. But I think it’s the one I want.”

  Sal was in full eating mode now. He was also inwardly pleased that she didn’t drop the hammer and purchase the thing without him. “What kind is it?”

  “A Focus,” she said.

  Sal thought about it. Then he frowned. “A Focus? I’ve never heard of any Focus before. What the hell is a Focus?”

  “You know, Sal. A Ford Focus.”

  Sal stopped chewing mid-chew and looked at her. “Are you needling me?”

  “Needling you? Why would I needle you?”

  “You’re my wife, Gemma! No wife of mine is driving---”

  Gemma couldn’t hold back any longer. She laughed. “I’m just messing with you, boy! Although I do think the Ford Focus is attractive, I knew you wasn’t having it. I wasn’t either, to be honest with you.”

  Sal smiled this time. “Your ass was driving a BMW when I met you. Your ass like cars just as much as I do.”

  “Nobody like cars as much as you and Tommy and Reno. I’m just saying. But it’s past time, Sal. Ever since my BMW was shot up at the courthouse and we decided to get rid of it, I’ve been driving your car. Which is fine. And I know how you feel about me going on a car lot. Those salesmen try to take advantage of women, you’re right about that. But they aren’t going to take advantage of me.”

  “That’s what they all say, babe,” Sal said.

  “But if you insist on coming with me, fine. Come with me. But we’ve got to take some time out of our busy schedules and get this done.”

  But Sal was nonplussed. “Stop worrying so much. I took care of it already.”

  Gemma looked at him. “What do you mean?”

  “I took care of it.” Sal stuffed more food into his mouth. “I found one I think you’ll like.”

  It was hard for Gemma to get accustomed to a man taking care of her needs the way Sal often did. She used to battle him about it, but he made clear that a man had to be a man and she had to let him be her man. That didn’t diminish her, but it helped to make him feel as if he was taking care of his responsibilities. It was a tough compromise for Gemma. Maybe the toughest compromise she had to make when they got married. But now she understood. Gemma was getting excited. “What is it? No, let me guess: a Porsche just like yours?”

  “Hell no. Mine is one of a kind. Who do you think you are?”

  Gemma laughed. “Then what kind is it?”

  Sal smiled. She knew then it was going to be good. “An Aston-Martin,” he said proudly. “A DB9. It’s gorgeous, Gem. I think you’ll love it.”

  Gemma was stunned. “But Sal,” she said, unable to comprehend such a gift, “that cost more than your Porsche! That’s a two hundred thousand dollar car easy.”

  “What do you care how much it costs?” Sal shot back. “And of course it cost more. It’s a classy car for a classy lady.”

  Gemma smiled and shook her head. “That’s so sweet, Sal.”


  “Nothing but the best for my baby,” Sal said, and pointed his fork at her. “Don’t you forget that.”

  “I won’t.”

  “So we’ll go look at it. If you like it, then it’s yours. If you don’t, then you keep driving my Porsche and we keep looking. I don’t do cheap, and you aren’t doing it either. We work too damn hard.”

  Especially Sal, Gemma thought, as her heart swelled with emotion. She used to wonder if she would ever find a good man, period, let alone one who loved her so completely. But Sal was a good man who loved her. Despite all of his infuriating absences, he loved her. Of that she had no doubt. And she loved him.

  She sat down her fork, got up and went over to him. She placed her hands on either side of his face. He had the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and the biggest heart. “I love you, baby,” she said, and kissed him on the lips.

  Sal closed his eyes and drank up her long, sweet kiss. And suddenly the sweet scent of her overtook him, and her big breasts were in his face. His hands began rubbing the back of her thighs. Then his hands moved up beneath the shirt she wore and rubbed her bare ass. And as he put his tongue into her mouth, and she tongued him, and they kissed so passionately they were moaning, his hands forced her legs open. She straddled him, but remained standing as they continued to kiss. He slipped his hand between her legs, and began massaging her there.

  “My Gem,” he said as her pussy got wet on his fingers. “My sweet baby.”

  Gemma knew what was coming next. Sal pulled out his penis through the opening of his pants and guided it to the tip of her vagina. And then he waited. They kissed again, and waited, savoring the moment. And then Gemma eased her pussy down his fully erected rod, pulsating from the thickness of his veins as they electrified her, until he was so far inside of her that her ass cheeks were sitting on his lap. It was a lot to take in all at once and for a moment she had to sit still and endure the pain of his thickness.

  And then, as she began to ride him, as she began to move up and down along that cock she loved so much, and the feelings overtook her, she smiled that whimsical smile Sal was waiting to see.