Mafia Desire (Erotica)

She giggled at his corny line then pressed her tits against his chest once more and tilted her face up to his. He tipped his face down and stroked her lips with his, nibbling them until she grabbed his jacket with a sudden intake of breath and pressed her mouth to his more firmly.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum in my panties!” she whispered to him after the kiss.

“We can’t have that! You’d better take them off.”

She pushed back from his chest, her eyes wide as she smiled. “Phew! Let’s take a breath. I made dinner plans for us tonight. Then we’ll have that fun!”

He smiled and nodded.

“When did you get this?” she asked as she looked back at the Harley.

He smiled fondly at it. “It was my father’s. I inherited it years ago and I’ve had it in storage. I’ve been keeping it in running condition but I never got to ride it very often.”

“Gwen let you have a motorcycle?” Fiona asked skeptically.

He shrugged. “I didn’t tell her I had it.”

Fiona grinned at him in shock. “Really?”

“The entire time we were together,” he said with a nod.

She gave him an appreciative look as she knew how controlling Gwen had been. “How?”

His smile softened as his eyes went back to the motorcycle. “I didn’t have the best relationship with my father but this… it’s the only connection I have to the best moments I had with him. I couldn’t lose it,” he said quietly.

Her eyes softened as she saw how important it was to him. “Did you want to take a shower and change? I’m taking us to a fabulous beachfront restaurant.”

He sighed happily. “I would love to take a shower and put some cooler clothes on.” He unlocked the saddlebags and carried them as she led him back into the hotel.

“I have a shower in the bathroom of my office so you can clean up in there,” she said as she pointed to the door to the left when she closed the office door.

Kyle went into the washroom and got his kit out with a change of clothes. He quickly showered, shaved, and dressed in his khaki pants and a stylish shirt from a Barcelona designer. He rolled the sleeves back to help him cool off. He slipped on his shoes and packed the rest in his saddlebags.

When he left the bathroom Fiona looked up from her desk and smiled happily at him. “You can leave the bags in my office. We’ll come back after dinner to collect them and your motorcycle. I have a spot in my garage for it.”

Fiona hooked her arm through Kyle’s and led him outside once more to the parking lot. One of the uniformed men handed her the key to the sporty red coupe he’d brought up for her.

“Thank you, Michael!” she said with a smile as she moved to the driver’s side.

Kyle sat in the passenger seat and looked to the lovely woman smiling back at him.

“You like seafood, don’t you?” she asked.

“Love it!”

“Excellent!” she grinned. She pulled out of the driveway a little more rapidly than Kyle would have preferred but he was her guest. He just ensured his seatbelt was secure and put his faith in the expensive vehicle’s safety equipment.

They made their way back down out of the hills towards the ocean side. Fiona was an aggressive driver but she was attentive to the road so Kyle did his best to relax.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

They finally pulled up to a restaurant overlooking the ocean and Fiona stopped by the valet parking. She handed the key to the young man as he held the door for her. Kyle waited on the sidewalk for her and they went inside arm in arm.

The moment they entered the bar a cheer went up from a group of ladies at a table by the far wall. Fiona’s smile just got wider and happier as she rushed forward to press cheeks with the five women waiting with drinks in their hands. She turned back to smile at Kyle.

“Girls, let me introduce you to my new good friend, Kyle MacDenny!” she gushed.

Kyle smiled at the group and got the distinct impression of being under a microscope. It seemed to be a friendly one at least. They were all smiling and he caught one licking her lips hungrily much to his surprise.

None of the women was under thirty and, by his estimation, were likely in the same age range as Fiona, so early thirties with just one in her mid-forties.

Fiona put her arm around the closest woman. “This beauty is Monique. We go back to our high school days!” Kyle smiled at the lovely, mocha skinned woman. Just two inches taller than Fiona’s 5′ 6″, she was wearing her long straight black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He shook her hand as she flashed a brilliant smile at him. There was a definite twinkle in her dark eyes.

Fiona moved to the next lady to continue the introductions.

Charlize was the shortest of the group at maybe 5′ 2″, but she also looked to be the strongest as well. She had full sleeve tattoos on her muscular arms and her short sleeve top showed them off quite well. She wore her jet black hair cropped close on the sides and just slightly long from her bangs, over the tip of her head to her shoulders. The tips of the longer hair was dyed violet. Fiona said she was a friend from their university years.

Gloria was a full figured woman who was the oldest in the group, with a wild mane of strawberry blonde hair, a vivacious and bubbly personality, and a crooked smile. She’d been the lip licker and, it turned out, was Fiona’s next door neighbor.

Next was Phoebe who was a tall, lean, and serene yoga master with straight, yellow blonde hair that just reached her ass. She wore large glasses perched on her prominent nose. Fiona met her teaching a Yoga class years ago and they bonded.

Fiona put her arm around Kyle as she introduced Marion, a stunning redhead whose luxurious locks reached mid-back. Tall and curvy, she had bedroom eyes, high cheekbones, and a sensual mouth with a slight upturn at the corners like she was enjoying a joke, possibly at your expense.