CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

TORI

THE VEGAS RESTAURANT WITH MOB TIES

R itchie’s gaze swept over the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant. The patrons were immersed in their dinners, and the pianist in the center of the room commanded everyone’s attention. Finally, we had some alone time to enjoy each other’s company. Don’t get me wrong, I loved spending time with our friends, but it was nice to have Ritchie all to myself. It was frustrating that he tried to hide his injury from me. He slept naked, so there was no way I wouldn’t have noticed the bandage on his arm later tonight.

Was it scary leaving Catch and Ritchie behind to go up against another crazed mafia man? Absolutely. But if any two guys could come back from a war, it was Ritchie and Catch.

I hated that my panic attacks played such a role in our relationship. However, in time, I’d plow right through my demons.

Ritchie’s large hand slid up my thigh under the table, and I placed my hand on top of his. He picked up the menu and began studying it intently.

“Go ahead and open your menu,” he commanded.

“Ritchie, why?” I asked, already content with looking at his menu.

He gave me a playful look. “Just do it,” he ordered.

I smacked my lips but complied. Sometimes this man and his orders. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but I was getting past my tough girl ways when it came to men.

I opened my menu and perused the elegant font and descriptions of dishes.

Ritchie’s hand moved under my short dress and into my panties in one swift motion.

His fingers stroked my clit with deliberate slow ease, taking my breath away.

If I didn’t close my mouth, I’d start drooling. I glanced up through my false lashes and combed the faces of the people around the restaurant. Are they looking at us? Do they know my boyfriend is playing with my pussy under the table?

I palmed the table with one hand to keep myself from bucking my pussy against his hand.

“Shit, Ritchie,” I muttered.

A server approached our table with a smile.

Her hair, a shade of golden yellow, was tied up into a neat ponytail. Bright white teeth were revealed as she spoke, along with her ample bosom that was squeezed into the tight black uniform shirt. “Good evening, Mr. Toscano,” she greeted him warmly.

“You can greet Mrs. Toscano too.”

I didn’t want any more attention on me then needed. Even if she was being disrespectful by flirting with my man in front of my face.

“Hello, Mrs. Toscano,” she said through gritted teeth.

I mustered a fake smile. “Hello,” I rushed out.

I was so busy trying not to come, I could barely keep my eyelids open.

Ritchie’s intense gray gaze traced over me, his lips curled into a cocky smirk. “Do you know what you want to eat, baby?” he asked, his voice filled with confidence and charm.

I picked up the fancy leather menu in a vise grip as my head lowered between my shoulder blades. This man had now slid two fingers into my core.All I wanted to do was ride his fingers to ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, I do,” I stuttered.

“I’ll have the...eggplant...lasagna,” I purred, meeting the server’s gaze.

Her brows bunched together like she was frustrated she had to take my order. “Got it.”

She put on that thousand-watt smile for my man. “And for you Mr. Toscano?”

“Tori, eggplant lasagna?” His fingers moved back over my clit.

“Ritchie,” I moaned, pleading with my eyes for him just to order so I could come.

He glanced at the server and rattled off extra items. His fingers circled my clit faster.

My orgasm swept through my body, making my toes curl. “Oh, God,” I muttered as I rode out my orgasm. It was the naughtiest thing I’d ever done.

My boyfriend had made me orgasm right there in the busy restaurant while he nonchalantly ordered our meals. I quickly glanced around the room, noticing a few curious onlookers whispering to each other. The pianist continued to play his soothing melody. Susie, who had been chatting with my boyfriend, turned to look at me with a surprised gaze as she realized what he had been doing the whole time. You’d think finding out he was pleasuring me under our table while ordering dinner would have turned her off, but apparently not.

Nope. Not a chance. Her hungry, greedy eyes held his again as her tongue slicked over her lips. She wanted to fuck my man.

Ritchie kept his hand in my panties.

“All right, big guy, you’ve ordered enough,” I said. “We aren’t taking all that food back to our suite.”

My hand caressed his arm.

“That will be all Cindy,” I said.

Her smile withered. “It’s Susie.”

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is. You don’t think I see you eye fucking my man. He’s not interested in you. If you give him your number, I’ll dispose of it. Now fuck off,” I snapped.

Ritchie didn’t say a word. The biggest grin curled his lips. “I’d advise you not to tamper with her food. Or it won’t end well for you,” he warned.

He removed his hand from my panties at that moment and licked them clean in her face. Susie’s mouth dropped open. I swear she came from just watching him suck my juices clean off his fingers.

It was a beautiful sight.

She visibly swallowed. “That was so hot,” she purred.

“You’re a lucky woman, Mrs. Toscano,” she said before vacating the table.

Ritchie gripped my jaw with his other hand. He winced a little, but that didn’t stop him from devouring my lips.

I knew he was hard as a rock. My hand slid over his cock.

Pulling back, I grinned.

“I’m going to miss tasting your sweet pussy.” He took my lips again.

My lips brushed his. “That was mind blowing, Ritchie.”

“I needed to get you off as much as you needed to get off,” he admitted.

Susie returned briefly with wine and appetizers.

Ritchie poured red wine into our glasses. “Promise you’ll be careful while I’m away.”

“I will.” I curled my arm around his and sipped my wine.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned about Tyra. She tried to blow me up. Ritchie would’ve just been her consolation prize.

“Ritchie, do me a favor?”

He gulped down his wine. “Anything.”

I smiled. “When you pick up your cat, wear a camera. I’d like to see how your neighbor behaves in your presence.”

“Baby, she’s harmless. I promise to tell her I’m practically a married man.”

He kissed my lips again. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me.

I loved it. My heart banged in my chest. Being without Ritchie was going to destroy me.

“I’ll wear the camera. You won’t have to lift a finger.” His big hand gripped my thigh.

A part of me wanted to wrap up our dinner and take it back to the hotel. But I’d see our date through. We hadn’t been on a date since our second one at the hotel. Which was so fucking nice.

“Ritchie, I get it. She performed domestic tasks for you. The woman did those things in hopes of becoming your woman. I promise when I step into the picture, she’ll show her claws. Which will make me reveal mine. She really doesn’t want that because mine are sharper.”

“You can’t stop all the women from flirting with me. I’m well known in Jersey City. So it happens often.”

I peered up at him. “Oh, so there are a lot more?”

I wasn’t na?ve. Of course, there were women who wanted him to be their man. Hello, when I laid eyes on him, I wanted the same thing.

“Tori, I’ve been single for a long time. It might take several of them a moment to get over the news that I’m not a single man anymore.”

“Several,” I repeated his words.

He nipped my lower lip. “You’ll be my wife. Women will always want a piece of the big bad wolf.”

I darted my tongue out, running it across his lips. “Little Red Riding Hood won’t let them have her big, bad wolf.” I grinned. “Oh, what big teeth you have, Mr. Wolf,” I stated in a seductive tone.

“Tori, you’re playing dirty.Keep it up and I’ll make you my wife in less than an hour.”

My smile withered. “I don’t want to take away from my best friend’s day.”

“Catch and Bianca are together only because my cousin came looking for me. Remember, I asked him to watch over you?”

“Yeah.” I smiled. Uncertainty in my tone.

He inched out of the booth, pulling me to the edge, then dropped to one knee. “I wasn’t going to do this here. But hey we’re in Vegas.”

Silence fell over the restaurant and everyone’s eyes landed on us.

Ritchie took my hand. “Tori, when I saw you in the hotel lobby, I was star struck by your beauty and captivated by your laughter. I wanted nothing more than to make you laugh like that for me.”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

“You came to my hotel room and bulldozed your way into my heart. I wanted you to be mine badly.”

“Oh, baby,” I cried.

“You helped me through a tough time in my life. You’re still helping. I’d die for you, Tori.”

He revealed a red satin box from his inner blazer pocket and popped it open. A huge princess cut stone adorned a platinum band.

“Ritchie,” I gasped.

“So many obstacles will occur in our lives but together we’ll get through everything.” His gray eyes lit up.

“Tori Lolita Corrigan, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” I squealed.

He slid the boulder onto my finger. I squeezed his square jaw and crushed his lips.

“The future Mrs. Toscana, is going to New Jersey to clean house.” I flashed a devilish grin.

“Fuck,” he muttered.