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

too.
    It
felt so good to Sal, and was so needful, that it caused him to become
careless.   He was so caught up in the
feeling that before he realized it, he began to cum.   He poured into her mouth.   He had to quickly pull out and lift her head
up, as he poured and poured.  
    But
it was already too late.   Her mouth, her
neck, her upper chest, was all completely drenched in his love.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
    FOUR

 
    She could
see him from the bathroom.   That was
where she was, seated on the side of the tub in a bathrobe, her shapely legs
crossed, as she prepared the water for the bath he planned to take next.   She had already bathe, while he was on the
phone, but he was still on the phone by the time she dried off, put on her
robe, and began to run him a fresh tub of water.
    She
watched as he roamed around her bedroom, yelling into his cell phone at
somebody he called Chazz.   It was such a
tough conversation, with Sal in such a state of agitation, that Gemma began to
get concerned again.   She watched him as
he moved around the room like a wounded animal, moving and changing direction
so often that she began to wonder anew if she really knew this man.   He wasn’t meek and mild, she understood that,
but sometimes, while handling his business, he could seem so vicious.   He was never that way with her, but it was
still early.   Her father always told her to
watch a man.   He can always talk a good
game, but see how he plays one.   Sal’s
style of playing, Gemma was beginning to realize, was going to take a lot of
getting used to.
    “You
think I’m not serious?”   Sal’s voice was
hard and unflinching.   “When I tell you
to do something you do it the way I told you to do it, not the way you wanna do
it! Who the fuck are you?   You don’t run
this!   Now look what’s happened because
of your dumb shit!   Got dammit!”
    Sal
rubbed his forehead, moving again.   His
suit coat was off and thrown across her bed, and his dress shirt was wrinkled
and half in and half out of his expensive pants.   Sal was a neat man.   He was always dressed to the nines and almost
as well put together as his brother Tommy.   Seeing him so disheveled was odd for Gemma too.
    But
she continued to look at him.   He was,
from what she could see, trying to calm himself back down.  
    “Where
is he now?” Sal asked the person on the phone.   “Yeah, where?”   Then he stopped
walking.   “What?   Whatta you mean you don’t know?” A
pause.   “I told you to put a tail on him,
and I said a tail like a damn noose around his fucking neck, and now you tell
me you don’t even know where he is?   Are
you kidding me?   You and your men wanted
more work, I threw you more work, and you do this to me?   Yeah, yeah, you’d better find him.   Or I’ll find you!”   Then Sal angrily slammed her phone on the
hook.  
    Gemma
looked at him.    She wanted to ask if
everything was okay, but Sal was still too agitated.   She decided to wait.   She just sat there, her legs crossed, as she
ran her hand through the warm bath water.
    Then
Sal made another call.   This time he
seemed calmer, though not entirely calm.   “Will, hey,” he said into the phone.   “I’m . . . not great.   Where are
you?   Yeah?   What are you up to?”   There was a long pause as Sal listened.   Then he spoke again.   “Do I need you?   That’s an understatement.   Yeah, I need you.   I need you to get to Jersey and find out what
the fuck Chazz is up to.   Yeah, so did
I.   But he apparently didn’t get the
memo.   The fucker.   Yeah.   Correct.   Get in touch with
him.   He’ll give you the backstory, but I
want you to take the lead.   That’s
right.   And if he has a problem with it,
tell him to contact me, which we know he won’t.   Right.   Okay, pal.   Talk to you later.”
    Sal
killed that call also.   “Motherfuckers,”
he said beneath his breath, and then looked at