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was
blunt.   Where are you ? Then:   Bring your ass home .  
    Gemma
smiled.   She had a good idea what he
wanted to do with that ass when she brought it home.   She also had no idea he would be back in town
a day early, but she was thrilled.   On my way , she text him back, and then
gladly got away from Liz and her fake-ass umbrage.

 
    Sal
tossed his cell phone onto the sofa after reading Gemma’s text, and he
continued to pace around their living room like a man with a chip on his
shoulder.   He had changed and showered
and had on his bathrobe, and he was doing everything in his power to stop
thinking about Alfie and how it all went down in that hotel in Jersey.   He didn’t leave his men behind.   That was something he never did.   But not only did he have to leave Alfie
behind, but he had to use Alfie’s dead body as a human shield to get out of
there alive himself.   All because he
didn’t do his homework.   All because he
walked right into a trap he should have seen a mile away.   And now one of his loyal men was dead.   He needed Gemma, not only because he always
needed her, but tonight he needed her to make him feel better.   Because right now, Sal felt like crap.
    He
paced that floor and paced that floor.   He must have walked ten miles in his living room.   And when he heard Gemma’s car drive up, he
walked and made a beeline to the front door.
    He
opened it just as she was about to turn the knob, and as soon as he saw her
again, his heart hammered with love and lust and he couldn’t begin to describe
what else.   He took her by the hand and
pulled her into their home.
    The
door slammed shut almost exactly as he slammed her back against the door.  
    “Where
were you?” he asked with a distressed look on his face that worried her, but he
didn’t give her time to react.   His mouth
covered hers in a searing kiss.   He
kissed her with a gusto Gemma could not possibly return because it was coming
from a place she could not possibly understand.   But she knew Sal.   He returned
from a business trip a day early, he wanted her home immediately, and when she
arrived home he couldn’t even wait to get her upstairs.   He needed her, not her comments.   He needed her.
    “I met
Liz,” she finally said when he stopped kissing her on the mouth and began
rubbing his lips against hers.  
    But
he was still driven by lust.   “Yeah,” was
all he could manage to say as he recaptured her mouth for another long, searing
kiss.   He even untied and opened his
bathrobe, revealing his naked body, as he kissed her.  
    She
knew it was going to happen right here, in their foyer, because Sal was already
too far gone.   The idea of carrying her
upstairs, or even to a couch, was as foreign to him now as the idea of not
doing her right here and right now.   He
wanted her, and he was going to get her.
    He
lifted her body, with her back sliding higher against the door, and then he
tore the seat of her panties with his bare hands.   He began to rub and finger her as he kissed
her.  
    Now
Gemma was getting into it too.   He didn’t
give her a chance when he first pulled her in, as the sudden thrust into lust
had startled her.   But as soon as he
began to rub her clit, and two of his fingers shoved inside of her while he
kissed her passionately, she was all-in too.   This was Sal.   This was the man
she loved above any human being on earth.   She wrapped her legs around his muscular body, giving him fuller access,
rubbed her fingers all over his thick, brown hair, and they kissed with that
kind of nobody else but you emotional
love-release that made Gemma all the more convinced that Sal could never do her
wrong.   She didn’t care what Liz
believed.
    He
kissed her and fingered her with the kind of heightened passion that he knew no
lesser woman could handle.   But he needed
her, and he knew she knew it.   That was
why his love for her continued to grow even as he was certain he