Page 73 of Meet Me in Montreal

“Yeah. It’s fine,” he said in a tight voice.

“Alright, cool. I’ll see you later. Text me when you’re on your way.”

Virgil ended the call and Santino sat, contemplating whether he should tell Vanessa about this next and even more problematic change of plans. She might not want to go if she knew Malone would be there, but he couldn’t back out now. Wouldn’t back out or back down. This was their plan, their night, and Santino wasn’t going to be the one who turned tail and ran. Fuck that dude.

“What?” Vanesa asked, peering at him from around the doorway. She must have sensed something off when he didn’t speak. “Did he not have a recommendation for Toronto?”

“No, there’s a Li hotel there. He’s gonna call ahead and ask his older brother if he has something available.”

A slight frown of confusion appeared on Vanessa’s face. “So, what’s the problem? Are you suddenly sick of Virgil? I thought you liked hanging out with him.”

“I do. Virgil’s cool as hell.”

Vanessa came back into the room and stared at him expectantly. “But what?”

“There is no but.”

She shrugged, then served him with a seductive look, pulling down the hem of her jeans to tease him with a peek at the rounded curves of her ass. He was instantly hard and unconcerned about anybody or anything else.

“Let’s get ready. I’m gonna need you to spray me down with that big hose of yours, Firefighter Donahue, ‘cause I’ve got something onfire.”

His grin was big with delight at her corny lines. “On fire? I don’t know, we might need to get that checked out.”

Making a cross face, she flipped him off with that old-school Italian under the chin gesture and he laughed. “I guess this means you don’t want any. Okay, then.”

“Nah, I want all of that. Come here, girl,” he drawled seductively.

“No.”

Santino got to his feet and stalked toward her. With sparkling eyes, she turned and ran, but he caught her around the waist and hauled her hips up against his, kissing her voraciously. He was walking her backward into the bedroom when she stumbled over a shoe she’d laid out and giggled. He held up her before she could fall.

Peering over her shoulder, he saw the shoe and then turned his head to look at the outfit she’d hung up in the vanity. He squinted at the hot pink dress, the same one she’d worn the first day in town. In that dress, she’d been a summery vision, but it wouldn’t do for their last big night out in Montreal. He wanted his diamond to shine. Blind anyone who even dared to look at her.

“I read on the website that you don’t really have to dress up for the casino, but I thought we might, just for the hell of it.I’m gonna bust out my suit. You should wear something new.” Santino glanced at his wristwatch. “We’ve got time before we have to meet up. Let’s go find something.”

“Ling said the same thing, but I don’t know if there’s time.”

“We’ll be quick.” With reluctance, he gave her ass a hard squeeze with both hands, making the firm flesh jiggle after a sound slap. “Wish we had time for this first, but I want you looking hot and feeling good. My picks.”

Vanessa scoffed at that, leaning back to give him a derisive grin. “No, thank you. I remember the kind of clothes you kept trying to buy for me. I am not traipsing around Montreal looking like a lil’ skankety-skank.”

Santino howled with laughter. “Tesoro, the skank outfits were just for the house. I have great taste in outside clothes. You’re gonna look classy, trust me. Like a slightly sexier version of the hot-as-fuck lawyer clothes you wear to court.”

Tilting her head to the side, she asked indignantly, “How would you know what I wear to court?”

His mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened for a moment. “I assumed that’s where you were coming from when you showed up at our divorce talks. Unless you were wearing those tight skirts and pearls for my benefit. You looked so fucking tempting. Sometimes all I could think about was telling Oscar and your lawyer to get the fuck out so I could bend you over right on that table.”

Nuzzling her neck and biting that favorite spot, she weakened against him. Only now, instead of fighting him off like the last time she’d seen him at a meeting, she ran her hand down his chest and the washboard of his stomach and got a firm grip on his cock through his jeans. If he’d wanted a way to make her forget about his verbal slip up, he’d found the best method.

“I thought about the same thing,” Vanessa whispered as he stiffened in her hand. “Great minds think alike, I guess.”

“Really?” he murmured, sliding one hand up to cup her breast and pinch the nipple between his fingers.

“Yes. I thought about you fucking me on that table. I also thought about sucking on this fat dick in that elevator.”

“Oh, right, the elevator,” he said, pretending he’d forgotten. He hadn’t. That moment had expanded his mind to all the new possibilities with her. “What would you do if we were on it now?”

Vanessa sank to her knees, pulled down his jeans and boxers, and showed him exactly what she’d been contemplating. Even after a few days of this, he still marveled at how fucking good it felt being in this sweet mouth again. He returned the favor, but lapping up her juices wasn’t enough. They did it quick and dirty up against the counter in the vanity and then declared they’d had enough to last them until later, after casino night was done.

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