Read Online Romancing Sal Gabrini 2: A Woman's Touch by Mallory Monroe - Free Book Online Page B

He didn’t tell her
any such thing!   “May I ask who’s here to
see him?”
    “Chazz
Charski,” said one.   Gemma remembered the
name from last night.   She also
remembered how utterly displeased Sal was with him.
    “And
who else?” she asked.
    “Will
Murelli, ma’am.”
    Gemma
remembered that name too.   “Just a
moment,” she said, sat her coffee on the side table, and then headed upstairs.
    Sal
was still in her bed, but he was no longer asleep.
    “You’re
awake,” she said with a smile, as she entered the room.
    “I
thought I heard the doorbell.”
    “You
did.   Two men are here to see you.”
    Sal
looked at her.   “What men?”
    “Chazz
Charski and Will Purelli.”
    “Murelli.”  
    “They
said you told them they could come.”
    Sal
nodded as he threw the covers off of his naked body.   “I did.”   He sat up, his feet on the floor.
    “You
didn’t mention it to me,” Gemma said.
    Sal
looked at her puzzled.   “Why would I need
to mention it to you?”
    It
was an obvious reason, this being her house the most obvious, but not in Sal’s
world.   Gemma was fast realizing it
too.   She was learning that, in Sal’s
mind, what was hers was his and, she hoped, vice versa.
    “Come
here and give me a kiss,” he said as he laid down on his back, his feet still
touching the floor.
    That
was the most sensible thing he’d said yet, Gemma thought with a smile as she
walked over to him.   He pulled her on top
of him, and pulled her into his arms.
    “You
smell good,” he said.
    “Thanks.”
    He
kissed her.  
    “What
do I do with your friends downstairs?” she asked.
    As
soon as she said it, a look of alarm came on his face.   “You didn’t let them in?”
    “No.   Of course not!”
    Relief
returned.   “Good.   You’d better not.   You don’t know those people.   Just because they say my name don’t mean
shit.”
    He
kissed her again.  
    But
he still hadn’t answered her question.   “So what am I supposed to do with them?” she asked again.
    “Whatta
you think?   Let’em in.   Make’em some coffee.”
    Gemma
smiled and shook her head.   That
Sal.   “Yes, sir,” was all she could
manage to say.
    “But
first,” he said, and kissed her yet again.   This time even more passionately.   She could feel the press of his member, and the way it was slowly
expanding against her.   So much so that
she began to wonder if they were going to do something before she went to
work.  
    As
soon as she thought it, it was as if he had thought it too.
    “I
want a real kiss this time,” he said.
    Gemma
smiled.   “What kiss requires you to lay
down like this?” she asked him.
    He
smiled too.   “The kind that I have every
intention of giving to you.   And only
you.   And since I rarely get this
particular kind of kiss nowadays, I have to have it every chance I can.”
    And
they tongued kissed long and hard.   It
reminded Gemma of his sacrifice to be with her.   All those business trips he had to make, landing in all of those
different cities and countries, and how the women had to be accustomed to Big
Sal giving them some.   Now he only gave
it to Gemma.   That had to be a major
sacrifice for him.
    Sal
put his hands on her hips as he kissed her.   But just as she suspected, his hands moved further down, underneath her
robe, and he began removing her panties.
    Once
the panties were removed, he opened her robe and moved her further up on his
body.   Then he slung her onto her back,
turning her on just by the suddenness alone, and moved his own body down and
between her legs.
    When
he began to kiss her down there, she smiled and relaxed.   “What about your friends waiting outside of
my front door?” she asked in an almost breathless whisper.
    “They
can wait.”   Sal began to lick her down
there.
    “And
what if,” she said, sighing from that wonderful feeling, “they start ringing
the bell again, get no answer, and leave?”
    “They
know better than