Page 78 of Dominance

It blows my fucking mind the way she does that.

Every thought blasted from my head.

My body floats when her lips hit mine.

A little hum escapes her lips as she pulls away. “What time is it?”

“Way too early.”

“Or early enough to go again before we have to do anything else?”

I grab her before she can back out of the statement, kissing her and rolling her onto her back. Instantly I’m hard for her with nothing between us under the sheets. Her skin is silk, her hands so soft as she reaches down and grasps me.

“Excuse me, Miss Gloria, are you awake?” The knock at the door has us sitting up.

“Yes, Nina, we are,” Gloria says, rolling her eyes and sitting up. Covering herself with the sheet. “You may come in.”

The older woman steps inside looking a little abashed, carrying a tray full of breakfast foods and steaming coffee. Immediately my stomach starts to rumble, and Gloria gives me a look rolling her eyes again and smiling this time.

“Sounds like someone’s hungry.”

“I was hungry for something else…” I grumble so only she can hear. “But that French toast looks pretty damn good.”

“Thank you, Nina. This all looks wonderful.”

“Of course, Miss Gloria, Mr. Adriano. It’s so good to see you at the house. It hasn’t been the same since you left.” She smiles warmly. Genuinely.

“I miss you as well. I’ll be sure and come see you before I leave.”

“You are too kind. Oh, your father wanted you to come to his office. I told him you needed to eat first!”

With that, she’s gone, waving over her shoulder.

“She told Dom no?”

“Might be the only person in the world who can. Mostly because she’s in charge of his food and makes what he likes. Dom’s arrogant. Not stupid.”

I open my mouth to say something smart-assed when she swats my leg, hopping out of bed and crossing to the bathroom door to grab a robe. The view is…

“Wow.”

Gloria grins mischievously as she bundles in the soft fabric, tossing me one of my own. “Coffee, coffee…”

“She was really sweet.” I join Gloria at the little table by the window.

“Nina was one of the highlights of living here.”

Gloria sips her coffee, inhaling the steam. “So was this coffee.”

“I have an espresso maker you know?”

“I made coffee for years for other people. The last thing I want to do is play barista first thing in the morning. That’s what coffee shops are for.”

I huff, shaking my head.

Note to self, I need to make her coffee some morning and show her what it’s all about.

Aside from that, it’s unusual for her to talk about her life in Paris. Like I avoid talking aboutthe lifeon the regular with her.

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