Sal Gabrini 4: I'll Take You There (The Gabrini Men Series Book 7) by Mallory Monroe

practice
here in Vegas.”
    “And
Champagne’s.”
    “And
your clothing store, right.   Something’s
got to give, but what?”
    “We
first need to decide where we want to live.   I like Seattle, but I love Vegas.   You love Seattle, but you only like Vegas.”
    “I
would love it if Reno wasn’t here running everything.”
    Gemma
couldn’t smile. “I’m serious about this, Sal.   My business is really picking up now.   I have more clients than I can hardly handle.   And Champagne’s doing much better too.   The idea of packing up and leaving is kind of
scary for me, I can’t even lie.”   Then
she looked into his eyes.   “But I’ll do
it if you tell me to.”
    Her
willingness touched Sal deeply.   He knew
it wasn’t easy for her.   But instead of
gratitude, a disconcerting look appeared on his handsome face.   He moved his hand beneath the covers and
began to rub her thigh.   “I’m not going
to disrupt your life, baby, that’s for damn sure.   How am I going to swing it?   I don’t know.   I haven’t had a chance to hear myself think lately, let alone actually
think.   But I’ll figure something
out.”   He began to massage her clit.   “You hear me?   That’s not for you to worry about.”
    “But
it is, Sal.   Don’t shut me out.   We need to discuss this.   Together.   I don’t want you making unilateral decisions.   I need you to talk to me about it before you
decide anything.   Will you promise me that?”
    Sal
stared at her as he massaged her.   He
loved her flawless dark skin.   He loved
her big brown eyes.   He loved her natural
hair that had such rich texture and bounciness.   He loved this woman.   “I promise
not to disrupt your life,” he said.
    “And
to talk with me before you make a decision?”
    “I’ll
talk to you before I decide, yes.”  
    She
smiled.   “Thank-you,” she said.   But he still had that disconcerting look on
his face.   “What’s the matter, Sal?”
    “You’re
going to be in court today on a case?”
    “Three
cases.”
    “Wow.   It really is picking up.”
    “Big
time.   I used to think I was the worse
attorney ever.   But now that I’m winning,
my services are in demand again.   It’s
nice.”
    Sal
nodded.  
    But
he still looked perplexed to Gemma.   “What?” she asked.
    “Looks
like I’ll be moving to Vegas.”
    “You?”
    “Yep.”
    “But
what about the Gabrini Corporation?   What
about Diamante’s?   What about Taste of
Southern?   What about all of your main
businesses, Sal?   They’re all in
Seattle.”
    “I’ll
have to commute.”
    “Every
day, Sal?”
    “Well
you as hell won’t be commuting.   That’s
for damn sure.”   Then he frowned.   “Fuck it!” he said.   “We’ll figure something out.”   She smiled as he leaned over to her.   He kissed her on the lips.   “Now get your ass up,” he ordered.   “I don’t want any of those jerks around that
courthouse complaining about my wife being late.”
    “I’m
not your wife yet.”
    Sal
stared at her.   “A mere technicality,” he
said.
    Gemma
felt warm inside.
    And
that look on her face, her gorgeous dark face, did something to him.   He sucked one of her bare breasts, and then
the other one.   He made her feel sensual
just that quickly.   And then he kissed
her, long and hard, on the mouth.   And
before she knew it, he had moved down, removed the covers and lifted her thigh,
and was placing his head between her legs.  
    He
started licking up the vaginal juices his massaging had created.   Licking her so achingly sweet that every
muscle in her body, not just her vaginal muscles, were tensing up.   She squirmed and arched until he had laid her
back down, had her legs in the air, and was eating her as much as he was
licking her.   He ate her with such
passion that she came.   And he wouldn’t
let up. He couldn’t.   He ate her with
such powerful ferocity that his penis continued to expand to a point