“It wasn’t a good trip?”
she asked.
Sal shook
his head. “No.” Then he looked at her pretty face again and
smiled. “That’s why I’m glad it’s over
and I’m glad to be back home with you.” He sat her back on her feet.
“I didn’t
expect you back this soon at all,” she said. “I’m happy, don’t get me wrong, but I never would have thought you’d be
back this soon.”
Sal pushed
his ever-hardening cock against her and continued to keep his arms around her
narrow waist. “I’m full of surprises,
right?”
“I only wish
you would have been here in time for the meeting,” she said.
Sal
frowned. “What meeting?”
Gemma stared
at her husband. This was a problem. Reno was right. “The one at my office, Sal. The one where we figure out how we’re going
to beat back Liz Mertan’s lawsuit. She’s
suing me and Tree for revoking her partnership in Champagne’s. Remember?”
“Oh, that,”
Sal said dismissively. “I took care of
it.”
Gemma’s
expression was a combination of shock and befuddlement. “You took care of it? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I took care
of it. I met with rat-face Mertan, her
weak-ass husband, and their fat-faced attorney separately. After I presented all the shit I had on all
three of them, all the affairs and shit like that, they got together and agreed
to drop the lawsuit and move the hell on. I thought for sure your girl would have phoned and told you about it.”
But Gemma
was still amazed. “When did all of this
happen?” she asked him.
“Just before
I left town. I knew I wouldn’t be back
in time for any meeting, so I settled it.”
“But why
didn’t you let me know you took care of it, Salvatore?” But what was she thinking? Sal rarely phoned her. He just didn’t. But still. “You could have phoned and told me,” she added.
“I did phone
and tell you. I left a message on your
cell phone.”
“But I
didn’t get any. . .” It was only then
did Gemma remember she had been in court this morning, had to turn off her cell
phone, and forgot to turn it back on after court.
“You forgot
to turn it back on,” Sal said. “Didn’t you?”
Gemma
nodded. She hated to admit it. “I forgot,” she said. But the fact that he had handled Liz Mertan
and her foolishness was the real story. “But you took care of it, Sal? Really? I’m impressed.”
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