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deep hazel eyes and smiled. She was like a child in a candy store for the first time in her life. A quick stab of guilt raced across his consciousness. It was quickly replaced with two things—his libido and his sense of getting the job done. And while he would never do Gianna in a place like this, or any place for that matter, he wasn’t above some serious petting to find out what Tucci wanted with her. He had no doubt that whatever it was, it was illegal and a means to the dirty don’s end.
    So, he felt no guilt. Not really. It wasn’t like he was going to pop her cherry.
    “Gianna, you have beautiful breasts,” he breathed as he drew down her bra, exposing the cherry-colored nipples. He traced a fingertip across each of them. The skin pebbled, and he felt Gianna tremble in his hands. He lowered his head to one and licked the tip, and she reared against him. With his hands, he slid her across his lap so she was now straddling him with her knees on the seat. He took her nipple into his mouth and slowly sucked while his other hand palmed and caressed the other. Gianna threw her head back, and her long hair cascaded around her shoulders, her hips gently thrust forward, her soft perfume intensified in the warm confines of the booth. His dick hurt it was so full, and he knew that unless she was numb, she could feel the length of him against her panties.
    Gianna held on to his shoulders and moaned, thrusting her breasts into his face. “Gabe,” she breathed hard, “I’ve never felt like this before.”
    Her innocent confession stopped him cold. Guilt washed across him, as effective as a bucket of cold water. He stiffened. And stopped his assault.
    “No, don’t stop,” she begged.
    “Gianna,” he softly said.
    “No! Don’t say no to me. Not tonight!”
    Gabe looked at her moist eyes. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Gianna, this isn’t the place—”
    “I don’t care!” She pushed his head into her breasts, and Gabe, being a man, could not resist. He gave in to her demands but controlled the situation.
    He licked and kissed her breasts, his hands molding to her ass, his fingers digging into her luscious skin. His dick swelled again, and if she kept moving against him the way she was doing, he was going to make a mess on them both.
    “Gianna,” he said, caressing her ass and licking a taut nipple. “Why are you here?”
    “I was looking for you,” she breathlessly said.
    “Baby, I’ve been looking for you all my life.”
    Gianna unbuttoned his shirt and shoved it wide open, her hot hands caressing his equally hot skin. “I like the way you feel,” she said, then kissed him and rose up. With her legs spread on either side of him, her skirt was hiked up her thighs, and her warm musky scent drifted to his nostrils. Gabe groaned and pulled her harder against him. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to take her right there. When her hand reached down to his crotch and pressed his raging erection, Gabe about came on the spot. For one who supposedly was inexperienced, Gianna Cipriani was one aggressive girl. She grabbed his hand and put it on her thigh. Then proceeded to thrust her hips against him. She had yet to sit back down in his lap. Instead, she spread her thighs wider. He couldn’t resist her invitation. His hand slid up her thigh, her skin warm and smooth like velvet. When the tip of his finger touched her damp pantie Gianna flinched. Her thighs tightened, and he felt her body go rigid. He didn’t move. He pulled his head back and looked into her hooded eyes. He saw fear, excitement, and trepidation.
    “It’s your call, Gianna,” Gabe said. She closed her eyes and threw her head back.
    Her tits were in his face, her ass in his hands, and her pussy wept for him to touch. When she failed to give him the green light or even the red light, Gabe pressed his lips to a nipple. “You have the breasts of a goddess, Gianna.”
    She moaned.
    His lips suckled,