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climaxing together.   Until neither one of them could make another
move.
    Sal laid on
top of her, put his arms around her, and kissed her long and lovingly.
    But then his
cock was moving inside of her again.   And
her pussy was aroused again as he moved.   They kept kissing as he fucked her.   She wrapped her arms around him as he took her on yet another euphoric
ride.   He kept fucking her and kissing
her.   He kept stroking her and massaging
her and giving his all to her.   And then
he was cumming again.   And she was
climaxing again.   And the fruit of their
labors were pouring down her thighs as he shuddered and she pulsated and they
fucked with such ferocity that even the bed springs seemed wondrously
distressed, and on the verge of popping too.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER THREE

 
    Later, that
night, after Sal had fucked her so hard that he had fallen asleep almost
immediately, Gemma got out of bed, showered, and made her way downstairs.   Her goal was to cook a dinner befitting her
man, or her conquering hero as she sometimes thought of Sal, and to finish
before he woke up.
    She almost
succeeded.   The shrimp had been boiled,
chopped, marinated with lemon, lime, and orange juice.   Her cucumbers and peppers had also been
chopped into the mixture and the bowl had been placed in the Frig for
cooling.   By the time Sal was coming
downstairs, nearly an hour-and-a-half later, Gemma had taken the shrimp mixture
out and was adding avocados and chopped cilantro.
    “Smells good
in here,” Sal said as he entered the kitchen.   He was shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants that were down so low that
they hung beneath his tanned, chiseled torso.   “What’s for dinner?”
    “Shrimp
ceviche.”
    “Nice,” Sal
said with a smile.   It was one of his
favorite dishes.
    But he was
also smiling because Gemma wore one of his dress shirts, a shirt that swallowed
her slender frame, and he reached underneath and rubbed her bare ass as he
kissed her on the neck.   Then he reached
in to grab one of the shrimp, but Gemma hit him on his hand.
    “Not ready
yet, Caveman.   Have a seat.”
    Sal grinned
and slapped her ass.   Then he walked over
to the table in their huge, gourmet kitchen, and took a seat.   He leaned back and watched as she continued
to prepare their meal.   She was such a
good woman, he knew he didn’t deserve her.   “How was your day?” he asked her.
    She glanced
back at him.   “Just getting around to
asking?”
    “I got
preoccupied earlier, by that ass of yours.   How was your day?”
    Gemma smiled
as she grabbed a tomato to chop.   “It was
good.”    Then she added:   “Until Reno showed up.”
    “Reno?   What did he do now?”
    “He didn’t do anything.   But he was upset that you missed the
meeting.   A meeting I now realize wasn’t
necessary, but we didn’t know that at the time.”
    “What did he
say to you?”
    “His usual
spiel.”
    “Downing me,
you mean?”
    “Wondering
why you weren’t there.   Wondering just
how committed you were to me because you weren’t there.   His usual soapbox.”
    “He needs to
mind his fucking business,” Sal responded.    “That’s what he needs to do.”
    But Gemma
wasn’t going to let Sal off of the hook that easily.   Reno could be a handful, but he wasn’t
usually far off the mark.   “He’s
concerned about me,” Gemma said.   “And he
worries about you, whether you believe it or not.   You know he’s coming from a good place.   But lately . . .”
    Sal looked
at her.   “Lately what?”
    “I don’t
know.   It looks like whenever Reno and I
are in the same room it’s like we’re combustible.   We have all of this tension we didn’t used to
have, and I don’t know where it’s coming from.”
    Sal knew
where it was coming from.   He knew,
between the Gabrini Corporation and all of that past shit he had to clean up,
he was away from Gemma too many