against me momentarily.
We were both damp from our exertion. He noticed the droplets of tears that had sprinkled his chest and pulled away from me a bit, his hand came up underneath my chin, tilting it upward to gaze at me.
“Why the tears baby?”
I nodded my head back and forth. “I don’t know. That was just so…intense,” I said, wiping my cheeks. “I felt so… connected. ”
He brought his hands up, cupping my face, and kissed me hard on my lips. “You are always with me, Karlie. And hopefully, I will always be with you.”
As we disengaged from our coital position, I couldn’t help but feel the wetness of our joint orgasms running down my bare legs. I knew that the crotch of his trousers had to be soaked.
As I walked towards the bathroom to get into the shower once again, I asked Dominic if he’d like to join me.
“No time,” he said, zipping up his fly.
“Well, at least change into clean boxers and trousers. You have some here in the closet.
“Why?”
“Uh…well maybe so you don’t smell like sex while you’re involved in whatever top secret family meetings have been taking you away from me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he barked, straightening his tie. “There’s no way I’m washing the scent of your pussy off of me today.”
And with a few quick strides he stood before me, once again, wrapping his arms around me, drawing me close.
“I’ll let you know when I’ll be able to see you again Karlie. In the meantime, please don’t talk to anyone about anything concerning the family or me. Is that understood?”
“What could I tell them?” I asked, puzzled. I mean I knew nothing and was happy to remain ignorant.
“I mean if anyone calls West End asking if I’m there, simply tell them I’ve stepped out, and take a message. If they call again, tell them the very same thing. Got it?”
“Yes, Dominic,” I said, a chill now running up my spine. “I’ve got it.”
And after he kissed me several times and departed, for whatever reason, a feeling of dread enveloped me and I was frightened for him…and for me.
c h a p t e r 17
The feeling of dread and uneasiness continued to plague me throughout the week. I couldn’t shake it no matter how busy I kept myself, and trust me, with the grand opening coming up the following week, there were a multitude of loose ends to be tied.
I’d decided to move Sherry to the boutique as the acting manager for now. There were two good reasons for that: she was extremely proficient in everything she handled; and hopefully that would minimize Vinnie’s presence at West End Storage. Regardless of Dominic’s assertion that Sal and Vinnie were visiting the establishment in order to access him, I saw Vinnie a lot more than Sal, and so I knew his motivation was a bit more than just that.
And speaking of Dominic, I hadn’t heard a thing from him since that early morning rendezvous we had nearly a week ago. Of course, Vinnie and Sal hadn’t been around either, so I guess it was true that every cloud has a silver lining. But Christ Almighty, what could be so fucking intense that he couldn’t at least phone me. I didn’t have the nerve to ask Sherry if she’d heard from Vinnie. We weren’t tight like that and both of us preferred to keep it that way.
Lana had called Sunday afternoon and we’d spent more than an hour on the phone, continuing to catch up. I filled her in on the latest with my designs, and mentioned that I’d sent some complimentary DBK lingerie garments to Belle for the girls the week before. I told her I’d be happy to send her some if she wanted, mentioning I had designed some in her favorite color for silk: red.
“I’m not a whore anymore, Karlie,” she said, clearly irritated. “I don’t wear trashy underwear like that any longer.”
Okay—that stung for sure.
“Umm, hold on there a sec, Lana. First off, I don’t design trash. If you’d see my work, I think you’d agree that it’s both tasteful and stylish.
We were both damp from our exertion. He noticed the droplets of tears that had sprinkled his chest and pulled away from me a bit, his hand came up underneath my chin, tilting it upward to gaze at me.
“Why the tears baby?”
I nodded my head back and forth. “I don’t know. That was just so…intense,” I said, wiping my cheeks. “I felt so… connected. ”
He brought his hands up, cupping my face, and kissed me hard on my lips. “You are always with me, Karlie. And hopefully, I will always be with you.”
As we disengaged from our coital position, I couldn’t help but feel the wetness of our joint orgasms running down my bare legs. I knew that the crotch of his trousers had to be soaked.
As I walked towards the bathroom to get into the shower once again, I asked Dominic if he’d like to join me.
“No time,” he said, zipping up his fly.
“Well, at least change into clean boxers and trousers. You have some here in the closet.
“Why?”
“Uh…well maybe so you don’t smell like sex while you’re involved in whatever top secret family meetings have been taking you away from me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he barked, straightening his tie. “There’s no way I’m washing the scent of your pussy off of me today.”
And with a few quick strides he stood before me, once again, wrapping his arms around me, drawing me close.
“I’ll let you know when I’ll be able to see you again Karlie. In the meantime, please don’t talk to anyone about anything concerning the family or me. Is that understood?”
“What could I tell them?” I asked, puzzled. I mean I knew nothing and was happy to remain ignorant.
“I mean if anyone calls West End asking if I’m there, simply tell them I’ve stepped out, and take a message. If they call again, tell them the very same thing. Got it?”
“Yes, Dominic,” I said, a chill now running up my spine. “I’ve got it.”
And after he kissed me several times and departed, for whatever reason, a feeling of dread enveloped me and I was frightened for him…and for me.
c h a p t e r 17
The feeling of dread and uneasiness continued to plague me throughout the week. I couldn’t shake it no matter how busy I kept myself, and trust me, with the grand opening coming up the following week, there were a multitude of loose ends to be tied.
I’d decided to move Sherry to the boutique as the acting manager for now. There were two good reasons for that: she was extremely proficient in everything she handled; and hopefully that would minimize Vinnie’s presence at West End Storage. Regardless of Dominic’s assertion that Sal and Vinnie were visiting the establishment in order to access him, I saw Vinnie a lot more than Sal, and so I knew his motivation was a bit more than just that.
And speaking of Dominic, I hadn’t heard a thing from him since that early morning rendezvous we had nearly a week ago. Of course, Vinnie and Sal hadn’t been around either, so I guess it was true that every cloud has a silver lining. But Christ Almighty, what could be so fucking intense that he couldn’t at least phone me. I didn’t have the nerve to ask Sherry if she’d heard from Vinnie. We weren’t tight like that and both of us preferred to keep it that way.
Lana had called Sunday afternoon and we’d spent more than an hour on the phone, continuing to catch up. I filled her in on the latest with my designs, and mentioned that I’d sent some complimentary DBK lingerie garments to Belle for the girls the week before. I told her I’d be happy to send her some if she wanted, mentioning I had designed some in her favorite color for silk: red.
“I’m not a whore anymore, Karlie,” she said, clearly irritated. “I don’t wear trashy underwear like that any longer.”
Okay—that stung for sure.
“Umm, hold on there a sec, Lana. First off, I don’t design trash. If you’d see my work, I think you’d agree that it’s both tasteful and stylish.
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