Page 11 of Amore
Elliot and I made small talk as we walked a few blocks to the small park. The man following me had seemed to disappear, but I was still freaked out by the time my assistant, Emily, picked me up.
I needed something stronger than coffee to calm me down.
4
LUKE
Her brown hairfanned across the pillow as I stared down at her while between her legs.
“I’ve waited a long time for this again,” I said and kissed her honey lips.
“Me too.” She reached between us, gripped my dick, and put it to her entrance.
Not hesitating, I thrust inside her, her pussy gripping me hard.
“I’ve missed this,” I admitted.
She moaned her response, and my pace increased.
Her phone rang.
“Do you need to get that?” I asked, not stopping.
“It’s my alarm.”
“Your alarm?”
“For you to text me.”
“Text you?”
“Yes, text me.”
I woke, sweat coating my body and the breeze from my fan not doing anything to cool me down. The covers were thrown off my body, and my hand was wrapped around my shaft. I was hard and aching, leaking from the tip.
I hadn’t dreamed of Frankie in years. Sometimes I would after I saw one of her movies or heard “That’s Amore,” but after seeing her at Sensation, it was clear she was on my mind. Plus, I’d set my alarm to text her at a decent hour and not sleep all day, so we could maybe have coffee and catch up if she were available.
Grabbing my phone, I turned off the alarm. Instead of texting Frankie right away, I returned to the ache between my legs and finished what I’d started in my sleep. My brain moved from Frankie to Candace to Frankie to Candace, and when I came all over my abs, it wasn’t my girlfriend I was thinking about.
* * *
I couldn’t rememberthe last time I had coffee with afriend. When Candace and I worked the early shift or needed a caffeine boost, we would get coffee, but we drank them in our patrol car—we called it our shop—and not at a coffeehouse.
As I was getting ready, a knock rapped on my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone and had told Candace I was tired from the night before. It wasn’t a complete lie, as I typically took time to rest after getting home in the wee hours of the morning. But as I peeked through the peephole, I became instantly annoyed.
“Candace?” I asked as I opened the door. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to surprise you with lunch.” She held up a white paper bag. “Brought you your favorite tacos.”
It was well past lunchtime. “Oh … um, I’ve already eaten.”
“Oh.” Her face fell. “I was hoping since you slept in that I would be here right on time.”
“I have some errands to run. I was just about to leave.” I didn’t move away from the door to let her in. If I did, she would want to stay until I got home. I didn’t know how long I would be out with Frankie, and it wasn’t as if anything would go further than two old friends catching up, but I just didn’t want to explain myself to Candace.
“I could come with you,” she offered.
Fuck.
