Page 83 of Between Us

Behind back shades, Roman smirked, his posture relaxed as he drove them back home. “It wasn't so bad.”

“What did my papà want with you?”

“We talked, braided each other's hair. You know, the usual shit.”

She felt her lips curve up. “Such a filthy mouth.”

“You love my mouth and everything it can do to you.”

She stifled a laugh, letting her head loll to the side on the headrest as she gazed at him with stars in her eyes.She wasn’t going to let her conversation with her father affect her mood. Not anymore. Besides, she didn’t really care what he’d had to say to Roman because she knew that no matter what, her husband would always have her back.

“I love you.”

Roman kept his eyes on the road, but his hand grabbed hers and brought it to his lips. “I love you, too, baby.”

“Can we stop for gelato?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

“There's this place I've always wanted to try but couldn't because I wasn't allowed in this part of the city.”

Roman reached into the center console and handed her his cell phone after unlocking it. “Find the address.”

Alessandra didn’t miss the implications of him giving her his phone. She tried not to dwell on the memory of their fight when she’d touched it without permission. They were in a better place now, and she trusted him more than ever.

She pulled up the internet browser and typed in the name of the joint. After finding the address, she told it to him and returned the phone.

At the next stop, Roman put the address into the navigation system then stole a glance at her. “You look happier.”

“I feel better, I guess. The party was nice. Plus, no one got shot.”

A smile touched his lips. “Your father shoot family members at parties often?”

“No… but you were there, and Luca was also there...”

“He deserves at least a good beating. If I ever getmy hands on him again, he's not getting away with his limbs intact.”

Although she agreed with him to some extent, she didn't voice it. “Thank you for not telling my father.”

“I didn't do it for that prick.”

She touched his thigh, feeling the strong muscle underneath. “I know.”

And they left it at that.

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“Oh, yes,” Alessandra moaned in a soft voice, her thighs squeezing around Roman’s head as her back arched from the lounge chair.

He alternated between licking and sucking her clit, bringing her closer to the edge with each languorous stroke. The morning sun warmed his naked back, drying away the last drops of pool water as he worked on his wife's pleasure. He was painfully hard already, his erection pressing into the thick cushion beneath them, but he took his time to get her ready for what he had in mind.

When her thighs began to quiver, he knew she was close. Pushing two fingers inside of her, he curled them upward to hit her G spot. Seconds later, she came around them, her sharp nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out her orgasm.

He pulled out his fingers and licked around her opening, loving the feel and sight of her swollen pussyclench around nothing with each spasm. He placed a kiss on her wet slit before inching lower, to where he hadn't taken her yet.

Alessandra tensed and propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she watched him with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Roman...”

He resisted a smile as he met her eyes across the flat valley of her stomach. “Yeah?”

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