Fire and Desire (BWWM Romance) by Rebecca K. Watts

her slightly before entering her again.
    “Yes, baby, yes!” she cried.
    She pumped her body back against him. Squeezing her vaginal muscles tight, she gripped him with each stroke.
    “Oh, baby, damn,” he said.
    He pumped harder. She matched his pace. Not relenting, she milked him with her inner walls.
    “Ooh, argh.” Antonio collapsed on top of her. His hot liquid filled her.
    “I win,” she whispered in his ear. Her body went limp, exhausted from all of her gymnastics.
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Antonio leaned back in his leather chair. One more interview for the day and he’d be finished. He glanced at the clock and laughed at the thought of actually calling it before five o’clock. Prior to meeting Emily he’d never had a reason to want to. Even though it had only been a few weeks, his heart warmed whenever he thought of her. The Marine, trained to be a defender of the nation, taken down by the smile of a five foot six chocolate vixen.
    His phone rang interrupting his thoughts.
    “ Ciao nonna , hello grandmother,” he answered.
    “Hello nipote ,” a raspy female voice responded in a thick Italian accent. “How’s my favorite grandson doing?”
    “I’m you’re only.” He smiled.
    “Hmph, it’s only a matter of opinions. When do I get to meet this lovely girl who’s taking all your time?”
    “ Nonna .”
    “Don’t nonna me. I know you.”
    Antonio closed his eyes and listened. He knew better than to dare interrupt his grandmother, or any elder Italian woman for that matter.
    “You’re a Moretti, of my blood line, and we love hard. If she didn’t interest you then you wouldn’t be bothered. Your mother tells me the woman isn’t Italian…” she paused. “But she runs her own business. I guess that should be enough to make up for it.”
    He rolled his eyes before responding. Antonio had no doubt his grandmother had moved her hands left to right across her chest and then from her forehead down in the sign of the crucifix when she paused. She’d been on him for years about finding a nice Italian girl. “Emily is an amazing woman nonna. Her fire can match any Italian woman and she’s managed to capture my heart.”
    “Ah.” She clapped her hands. “When do I get to meet her?”
    “In due time. I have to go nonna. I love you.”
    “ Anche io vi amo nipote, I love you too grandson. Just make sure I’m not in my grave before you decide to let me see her.”
    The line went dead. Antonio placed the phone down just as his receptionist buzzed him.
    “The next applicant’s here,” she said.
    He pressed the intercom button. “Send him in.”
    Footsteps neared his doorway. Antonio looked up. “Dwayne Brown?”
    The man gave a cocky grin and extended his hand for a fist pump. “That’s me.”
    Antonio ignored his lack of professionalism. He’d grown accustomed to it. This line of work brought in all sorts. “Have a seat.”
    Dwayne sat down—legs spread and elbow propped on the arm rest.
    Antonio cleared his throat and adjusted his posture, straightening more than he already was. As anticipated, Dwayne repositioned as well. It was a simple maneuver he learned while training his fellow Marines. All orders didn’t need to be shouted.
    “I’ll get right to it. From you resume I don’t see much in the way of providing security outside of your current job but I notice you played football in college.” He looked at Dwayne and gave a half smile.
    “Defensive tackle.” He stuck out his chest.
    “It looks like you’ve kept yourself in shape since then as well.”
    “I work out five days a week.”
    “I see.” Antonio narrowed his eyes. “How are you when dealing with a room full of half-naked women? It’s a big difference than providing security for an apartment complex.”
    If it weren’t for two other contracts along with Emily’s grand opening he wouldn’t have let Dwayne in on the interview process. Apartment security was lower than a mall cop. All the guy had going for him