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  Laughter and chatter spilled through the doors into the long natural hallway. Nadine and a stocky blond-e haired male were the last to leave the room. They were in the midst of a conversation. Rising to my feet, I stepped in their direction.

  Nadine’s wide eyes met mine. “Tony, you’re still here.”

  I glanced at her, then at the man standing next to her. “Yes.”

  My hand extended in his direction. “Hello. My name is Tony DeRosa.” I smiled.

  “Dr. Stephen Rackshaw.” His cocky smile told me he wasn’t threatened.

  “How is the conference going so far?” I asked.

  “Very well. We have a few more meetings over the next few days.” He stole a glance at Nadine.

  “Are you in the medical field?” Stephen asked.

  “No, I work for celebrities. You know, keeping them safe.”

  He chuckled. “Which celebrities do you protect?”

  “Jacob and Samantha Latters’.” I glanced at Nadine’s worried face, then back at Stephens perfectly symmetrical face.

  “Is Jacob Latters difficult to work for?”

  My lips turned up, then I laughed. “No, he’s not.”

  “Nadine and I were just heading to dinner. Would you like to join us?”

  “No. I need to talk to Nadine. Would you give us a minute?”

  He smiled. “Sure.” He stepped away, retrieving his cell phone from his pocket.

  Her fiery eyes stared at me. “Tony, we don’t have anything to talk about.”

  “Oh, no? Am I stopping your dinner plans with Brad Pitt over there?”

  “Tony, myself, Stephen, and a group of doctors are going out to dinner.”

  “Tell them you’ll catch up with them tomorrow. I’ll take you to dinner.”

  Her arms crossed her chest. “Tony, no.”

  I leaned in closer, narrowing my blue eyes at her. “You tell him.” I pointed at her. “Or I do.” My finger jabbed into my chest.

  Her eyes rolled upward before she stepped over to Stephen.

  A minute later, she walked back over to me.

  “I’ll carry your brief-case,” I stated, removing it from her tight grip.

  Her face was tensed. “Relax, Nadine. It’s just me.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she whispered.

  She had every right to think that. Dinner always meant we were fucking afterwards. Today was no different. In my eyes, she’s still mine. Even if I can’t completely have her like I want.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  TONY

  After I got the good doctor all liquored up at dinner, I took her back to my house in Calabasas. She leaned against the Think Glass custom countertop with blue swirls, resting her chin on her hand.

  “Is this what you wanted, Tony, to fuck?”

  I stood on the other side of the counter, concocting her another drink. “Apple Martini, for the beautiful lady,” I snickered.

  “Fourteen years, Tony. We are very different people now.”

  “I bet I still know that pussy like the back of my hand.” I winked.

  I placed her drink in front of her. Slowly, I poured myself a glass of bourbon, then joined her on the other side of the counter.

  “Who else knew you were alive other than me and Dillon?”

  “My brother Kurt and my sister Tina. I reached out to them once I moved to California. I sent Kurt to Jersey every now and again to pay your tuition.”

  “Tony, you didn’t have to do that,” she stated, twirling the mini straw in the fruity drink.

  “Nadine, if I wouldn’t have left, I would have taken care of you.”

  Her cold eyes glanced into mine. “Were you doing that for the other women, too?”

  “No, because I cut them off. I was only making time for you.”

  “You told me we couldn’t be in a relationship.”

  I ran my fingers through my spiky short brown hair. “Why did I say that?”

  She sipped her drink. “Because you are a dangerous man. A killer.” She smirked.

  “What?”

  “Remember when you brought me along to handle problems?”

  “Which part of those trips stick out in your mind?”

  Her finger traced over her lips. “How good you would fuck me after you handled the problem.” She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

  “Are you still in that line of work?”

  I dropped the contents in the glass down the back of my throat. “Maybe.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not that same girl who is intrigued by danger. I’m a respectable citizen.”

  “Sounds like you walk around with a stick up your ass.”

  She stuck her nose in the air. “I do not!”

  I moved behind her, placing my hands on the counter on either side of her. “Leave that stick at the door.” My fingers brushed her shoulder length hair back. She tilted her neck to the side. My tongue ran mini circles along the side of her neck.

  “Are you a freak in the bedroom for that Brad look a like the way you were for me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How many other men are you fucking?”

  She tried pushing me back.

  “Just tell me?”

  “I don’t remember, Tony.”

  My fingers grazed up her thighs, reaching for her panties.

  “Since you don’t remember, are you making them use rubbers?”

  “Yes, or course.”

  My hands gripped her thick hips. They’re bigger than I remembered, but not in a bad way. I slipped her panties under her fat ass, down her thighs. They fell to the floor and I retrieved them, holding them under my nose, inhaling her delicious scent, then slipped them into my back pocket.

  “Do you use rubbers when you have sex with women?”

  “Yes, every time.”

  “You never did with me.” She turned in my arms, staring up into my blue eyes.

  My finger swiped the tip of her nose. “And I don’t plan to now. I don’t know another way to be inside you.” My forehead dropped against hers.

  I held her in my arms, never wanting to let her go. “I still love you.”

  “Tony, let’s not make it more than it is, sex. We both know when I go back home to Jersey, I’ll never see you again.”

  “Nadine, you can always visit or move here.” Her eyes dropped to the floor, then met mine again.

  “It’s just sex, Tony.”

  Yep, I should have never gone to the hotel today. My nose is open all over again. I only wanted to be with her then, and right now today it’s no different.

  I pushed her drink aside, then sat her on the glass countertop.

  “I’m sorry for getting my lipstick on your shirt. Luckily, my eyeliner didn’t run from all the crying.”

  “It’s nothing.” Nadine began unbuttoning my shirt. Gripping the back of her neck, my lips overpowered hers. Nadine’s tongue slid into my mouth. “I missed you, baby. You don’t know how much.”

  Nadine’s eyes glassed over.

  “I never wanted to let you go.” My hands slipped up her blue blouse, squeezing her C-cups.

  “I wish you wouldn’t have. I would have been with you Tony. You know that.” Her fingers caressed my cheek.

  “I know, baby.” I placed her drink in her hand.

  “Drink up.”

  She swallowed the contents quick, placing the glass back on the counter.

  I unzipped her skirt, yanking it off. She slipped her blouse over her head, tossing it aside. Her fingers pushed my shirt down my shoulders to the floor. Nadine’s eyes widened, staring at my muscular chest and six pack of abs. Her fingers traced over the ridges, then dropped on the belt buckle. Unzipping my pants, she wasted no time unleashing my fat cock. Her hands flew over her mouth. “I missed him.” She smiled.

  “Wait, you missed him, and not me?” I grimaced.

  She rolled her eyes. “Relax, I know you
two are a package deal.”

  “You got that right, beautiful. Baby, your body is A-1. There is one more thing I miss. Let me see it.”

  She unhooked her green bra, shrugging her shoulders forward, allowing it to drop in her lap. I placed it on the counter next to us. Nadine leaned back on her palms, spreading her legs. Her juices seeped out, pooling on the glass countertop.

  “All that’s for me? I guess you don’t want me to eat your pussy.”

  She glared at me, crossing her legs. I placed my hands on her thighs, spreading her legs. My tongue slithered across her collarbone, pulling her nipple into my mouth. “I missed your soft skin, Nadine.” I squeezed her waist tight. I couldn’t get enough of her beautiful breasts in my mouth.”

  “Tony,” she whimpered.

  Pushing her back against the cold countertop, I continued on my path to her mound. My tongue formed figure eights across the faint stretch marks on her belly. Her fingers slipped through my short brown hair as I sucked her sparse hairy mound. Peeling back her labia, I licked within her folds, slipping my tongue into her hole. Twirling my tongue, I tried pushing deeper but wasn’t making any leeway. I sucked her clit while I slowly worked her tight hole with my middle finger. I realized she probably hadn’t had sex with anyone lately. However, I’ll ask her to tell me the truth later. Flicking my tongue against her clit, Nadine pushed her pussy into my face.

  “Tony, Tony!” She moaned profusely. I thought she was hyperventilating.

  “Nadine, cum in my mouth. I want to drink all your cum. I desperately miss the way you taste. Give it to me, baby.” I peeked up at her face. I continued licking her clit and finger fucking her. Nadine tugged her nipples continuously. Tears slid down the sides of her face. I gawked at her beautiful brown body as it quaked in my wake. I loved that I was able to still get this reaction from her after all these years. I stood, stroking my dick.

  “Come here. Get on my cock right now.”

  Slowly, she sat up, sliding her ass to the edge of the counter. Her teary eyes stared into mine as her fingers grazed my bearded cheeks. Her soft stare told me she still loved me, even if she didn’t say it. We were used to never expressing our love verbally. We only spoke it with our eyes. Her soft lips touched mine. Nadine’s arms cupped the back of my head. I guided my dick inside her tight walls carefully. I stared into her eyes. “You are really tight, Nadine. Push your pussy forward. I don’t want to hurt you. I plan to fuck you for the rest of the night. Open up and let me in.”

  Uncontrollable tears erupted from her eyes, Nadine’s head fell against my shoulder. I probably should have stopped, but I couldn’t. Holding her ass, I pulled her toward me as I slowly pushed inside her.

  “Fuck!” she screamed.

  “It’s ok, baby,” I breathed.

  “Give Daddy what has always belonged to him. No other man can ever know your body like me. It’s ok, you aren’t fucking anyone else.”

  Her head popped up and an angry scowl took over her face. “Tony, shut up!”

  “Why?”

  She didn’t answer. Nadine’s face muscles relaxed and her lips parted. My thrusts quickened as I opened her tight walls. I slipped her off the countertop into my arms. I fucked her up the winding staircase into my bedroom. I lay her on the bed, slipping out of her briefly. I leaned down, kissing her puffy pussy lips. “I don’t know how I will let you go again.” I stood briefly, kicking off my shoes, dropping my gray boxers and trousers to the floor. I stepped out of my clothes, crawling on the bed toward her.

  “To the headboard now.”

  Nadine pushed the pillows aside until she was flat on her ass and her back was flush against the headboard. I sat back on my knees, stroking my long cock.

  “You remember what to do, right, Nadine?”

  She wiped the tears from her face. “Of course, I do. This is my favorite part. I raised her pedicured purple glitter toes to my lips. “Do you remember how I loved your glitter toes?”

  She smirked. “Yes.”

  Pushing her toes into my mouth, I closed my eyes while I sucked her pretty little size sevens. Nadine played with her pussy as her eyes intently remained on me. Crawling on my knees, I hovered over her, taking her lips.

  “That’s right rub that clit.” My burley hands wrapped around her neck.

  My eyes darkened. “Take this dick. No fucking wincing. Cum on my dick and I’ll lick your pussy clean.”

  Her tongue slid over her plump lips. I was in a trance watching her rub her sweet fucking pussy. “You are the only woman who can get my cock this hard.”

  “Shush. Fuck me…Fuck me, hard.”

  Our eyes were glued to each other’s as I slid into her slick pussy. Closing my eyes, I bit my lower thin lip hard. I had to savor being in her warm tight pussy after all these years. I stroked deeper and deeper.

  “Give it to me big daddy like only you can!”

  “You fucking right! Only I can fuck you like this.” Gripping her neck tight, my hips snaked back and forth then in a circular motion. She wrapped her hands around my huge biceps. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

  Nadine’s body convulsed, and her legs were like noodles hanging off my hips as she came hard. Releasing her neck my hands slapped against the rim of the headboard. I wasn’t letting up. Sitting on my knees my body waved like the worm, until I was cumming inside her good ass fucking pussy. Holding my dick deep in her wetness, my fingers trailed along her breast, while my lips took hers with need and desire. I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t know how we could be together, but I couldn’t lose her again.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  TONY

  Flopping onto my king-sized bed, I pulled her into my arms. “Don’t fuck him.”

  Her head lifted off my chest as her eyes met mine. “What?”

  “Don’t fuck Brad!”

  “Stephen?”

  “Yeah, don’t fuck him.” My thick brown eyebrows ruffled together.

  “You want me to stop fucking him?” She sat up next to me.

  “You’re not fucking him if you are he’s doing a shitty job satisfying you. When was the last time a man made you cum?”

  She sucked her lips falling on the pillow next to me.

  “Tony, what I do in my life is my business.”

  “Not anymore. I want you back in my life.”

  “Tony, you are being rash. Just because we’ve always had a great time in bed together is no reason to get serious. Besides your dead. You can’t come back to Jersey.”

  I turned on my elbow. “Move here.”

  “No. I own a practice there. I can’t nor will I close my practice.”

  “Don’t close it. Open another one here.”

  She threw her hands over her face. “Tony, let’s just enjoy each other.”

  She bounced out of bed sashaying her chocolate ass across the hard wood floors into the bathroom.

  ∞

  Before Nadine flew back to New Jersey, I gave her a key to my house. I told her she could come here whenever she wanted. We texted a few times a week. The first week of February I got the surprise of a life time. Nadine was standing in my living room stark naked waiting for me. Of course, I knew when she arrived because of my security system, but it was still wonderful to see Nadine waiting for me. Slowly, I was tearing down her walls. We couldn’t get enough of each other. It got to the point, I asked Samantha if I could use their jet to fly Nadine to L.A. Samantha got all mushy, and happily agreed.

  We planned to hang out in San Francisco for Memorial weekend. A week before our trip she told me something came up and she couldn’t fly out. The texts and phone calls stopped. I tried reaching out to her, but her phone number was disconnected. I was losing my mind. What the fuck was going on? I called her practice to see if she was still taking new baby patients. They said she was.

  My cell left my hand as I hurled it across the kitchen. I was more in love with Nadine now than I was years ago. Maybe because w
e were established in our lives. In L.A. we were free to be a couple. Was the long-distance relationship too much for her?

  I went on with my life. I tried my best to forget about Nadine.

  Never thought I would get my life back. Now, I’m free to be Anthony Magarelli. After the meeting with the three families our Mafia ties were stronger than ever.

  The following day, I walked into Barlow Pediatrics. The lobby was filled with snooty nose little kids. I waited in line behind a new mother cradling her infant in a car seat.

  “May I help you sir.”

  I smiled at the receptionist. “Hello, I’m here to pick up some samples from Doctor Barlow.”

  “Ok, I will let her know you are here,” she said picking up the receiver.

  “Your name sir?”

  “Mr. Magarelli.”

  Her once smiling eyes fell.

  “May I see that chart Nurse Choi?” I heard from behind the counter.

  I leaned into the glass opening. There was Nadine at the checkout counter resting her arms on the tall counter. My nostrils flared. I stalked toward the checkout exit, pulling the door open. Nadine’s mouth dropped open as I approached her.

  Politely, I smiled down at her. “Dr. Barlow, may I speak to you a moment in private?”

  My eyes dropped lower noticing the small bump under her white medical coat.

  “Dr. Barlow.”

  Nadine turned in the direction of the receptionist voice. “Yes.”

  “Mr. Magarelli is here to pick up the samples you have for him.”

  Nadine glanced at me. “Right.” She stuck her hands deep into her white coat pockets.

  “Follow me.”

  We entered a patient room at the end of a long yellow hallway. I waited for her to close the door before I blew my top.

  I snatched her white medical coat open, gripping her stomach. My angry eyes widened. “Nadine, why would you hide your pregnancy from me?!”

  She stepped back from me.

  “It’s my baby, right?”

  Tears streamed down her face. “Yes.”

  I pulled her into my arms. “It’s ok. You don’t have to do this alone. I’m back.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO