thirty-seven

Dante

I glance at Tessa from across the table and almost see the wheels spinning in her head. “Give Madison time to get back to us, and then we’ll go from there.”

The twenty grand raises a few red flags. It’s likely that Kyndal was blackmailing Trevor, and if he didn’t want Tessa to learn of their affair, then he had no option but to pay it. I keep the thought to myself for now, but I plan to see if there’s a connection between Kyndal and the testing facility. I haven’t found anything yet, but maybe I wasn’t looking in the right place.

“I don’t think I have any other choice.” Tessa takes a bite of food.

“We’ll get to the bottom of it.” I wipe my hands on a napkin, drop it on the table, and cross my arms over my chest, fixing my eyes on Tessa.

“What?” Tessa asks, looking up from her plate.

“You’ve been a little distant.”

She swallows hard and lifts her water to her mouth. Plump pink lips press on the rim of the glass, marking the surface with gloss. What I wouldn’t give to have them wrapped around my cock instead.

It’s been a few nights since I’ve been inside her, but it’s all I think about. I’ve never had an addictive personality, but I find myself hooked on Tessa. I love her smart mouth and her perfect fucking body, and that pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. My cock stiffens in my pants.

“I know. I’ve been trying to take care of some stuff I’ve been putting off.”

“Fair enough. Come home with me tonight. I can distract you.” I wink at her.

“Dante…” She’s conflicted. It shows in her expression, but I wait for her to continue. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Everything right now is so complicated.” She looks down at the table before meeting my eyes, but she doesn’t add anything.

“We’ve been doing complicated for a while now. Come over. We’ll watch a movie, and I’ll make you dinner.”

“You’re going to cook for me? No takeout or pizza?”

“One of these days, your sassy comments will get you in trouble.” I smirk.

“All right. I’ll meet you at your place around eight. Does that work?”

“Perfect.” I look at my watch and notice it’s later than I thought. “I need to get back to the office. I’ve got a few interviews to fill Trevor’s position lined up this afternoon.”

“I’ll walk back with you. Do you need me to pick up anything from the store, or do you have everything you need for dinner?”

“You just show up, and I’ll handle everything.”

We walk back to my office, and I kiss her good-bye at the ground level, so she can get her car from the parking garage.

I’m in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner, when there’s a knock on the door. I wash my hands and then open the door to find Tessa standing on the other side. She’s dressed in a blue shirt and a pair of black jeans that perfectly hug her curves. Her honey-blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and I reach out to tuck a strand behind her ear. Then, I lean in and tease her with a kiss.

“Come in. I hope you’re hungry.” I step to the side, so she can enter.

“I’m starving.”

We walk into the kitchen where I pour Tessa a glass of wine and top mine off. She sits at the table, and I make her a plate, setting it in front of her before making my own.

I sit down at the table and raise my glass. “Here’s to an uncomplicated evening.”

Tessa clinks her glass against mine. “Cheers.” She takes a sip of wine. “Did you hire anyone today?”

“No, but there are a few more interviews planned for tomorrow.” I swallow and set my fork down.

“That’s good.”

“Ever play Twenty Questions?” I ask her out of the blue.

“Sure.” Then, she laughs. “I get it; this is your attempt at keeping things simple.”

“Something like that.”

Just by watching her over the years, I’ve learned a great deal about Tessa. But I want to know everything.

“All right, I’m game. You go first.”

“How old were you the first time you had sex?”

She starts choking on her wine. “You’re going for it, huh? Aren’t you supposed to ask me my favorite color or something?”

“No. Besides, it’s blue.”

“Fine. Nineteen. My turn. Same question. How old were you?”

“Sixteen.”

“I thought you’d have been younger.”

“Her name was Serena.”

“I’m impressed you remember.”

“All right, smart-ass, what’s your favorite position?” I love how her face flushes.

“You mean, sexually?”

“Yes.” I stab my fork into the last piece of steak.

“Any position that gets the job done,” she fires back.

Her comment makes my eyes widen.

“Are you finished?” Standing, she holds her plate in one hand and waits for me to answer.

“Yes, but I’ll get it later.”

“You made dinner, so I’ll help with the cleanup.” She picks up the dishes and walks over to the sink, setting them on the counter before she turns the water on.

I can’t take my eyes off her ass, and there’s no way I’ll last another minute without putting my hands on her, especially after what she just said. I stride across the floor and press my body to hers. Nudging her hair to the side, I expose her neck and drop my lips to her bare skin. Her hair smells like toasted almonds, and her skin tastes like honey.

“Dante.”

“Mmhmm?” I suck the skin at the base of her neck just above her collarbone.

She arches back into me, stretching her arm around my neck and shoving her tits out. My hands dip beneath the hem of her shirt. Skating across her skin, my fingers graze the lace cups of her bra, and I slip my hands into the material and feel her nipples harden under my touch. A moan falls from her lips, and my cock grows rigid, pressing into my zipper.

I trail a finger over her belly and slide it into her jeans. She spreads her legs for me, and I brush the pad against her wet pussy. I can’t wait any longer to have my mouth on her. I withdraw my hand from her pants and lead her back to the table. Methodically, I strip her out of her jeans and panties.

I see the fire in her eyes, and I can tell she wants this as much as I do, but I need to be sure. “Tess?”

“Mmhmm?”

“This okay? Not too complicated?” I use her word from earlier.

“Yes.” Her reply is breathy and wanting.

“Good.” I pick her up and set her on top of the table. Then, I sit in the chair. “Here, put your feet on my legs.” I grip her ankles and spread my legs, which spreads hers. I let go of her ankles and grip her ass, pulling her forward. I dip my mouth to her pussy and lick slowly up her center. I take my time with her using the tip of my tongue to tease her clit.

“Dante,” she mewls.

My name on her lips has me thrusting inside her.

Tessa’s back arches and her words become incoherent as her orgasm takes over, the sweetness coating my tongue.