Chapter 96: I Am A Successful Man

Chapter 96: I Am A Successful Man

Luciano

“They sound like fun guys.” I said, the sarcasm dripping from my tongue. She cocked a brow with a smile.

“They are actually, I think you would like them before you came along, they were the ones to make sure I was safe.” She states, giving me no other choice but to scoff.

“I doubt that.” 

I start to rise from the chair and she moves up from my lap, I adjust my suit and exhale in a sigh. 

“Do you have any more plans tonight?” I asked. She shook her head as she looked at me.

“Good,” I continued.

“Because I am taking you out for dinner.” Her face lit up into a smile.

“Just us?” She asked and I chuckled at her enthusiasm and pulled her closer by her waist.

“Yes, is that alright with you?” 

“Of course, it is. So…it is like a date?” She smiled up at me, her eyes drifting to my lips for a second and then returning to mine as her face hovers over mine.

“If you want to put a name on it, I realized I never actually asked you out at the beginning of when we met, so I am ready to make up for it.” 

I know I took her out properly eventually, but in the beginning, it was merely just sexual, not emotional. Maybe I should have at least been polite enough not to grope her the first thing I did, but I am a man who takes and knows what he wants and I have never desired anyone more than ever. She hums quietly and moves a quarter of closer, her hot breath fanning my lips as her arms pull my head lower down.

“If you want to make it up to me, you are going to have to fill me with something more than just food.” She whispered, her voice low and seductive with the ability to suck any man into her devouring spell.

“And what exactly would you want me to fill you with, my love?” I asked back, matching her tone.

She just grins without a word exciting her rose-pink colored lips, but her hand traveling to my crotch was answer enough.

“That is for you to find out, daddy.” She whispered, smirking. I understood the words, she said them slowly and I caught a few things from her speaking it more often.

She squeezed my bulge with her petite hand, making me bite my tongue to not let any needy sounds out of my mouth. She must have noticed my tensing frames because she laughed lightly before letting go and turning around, picking her bag up on the way out. My eyes dropped to my crotch and just as anticipated, there was a very visible tent forming in my pants. Her simple words made my dick strain against the material, eager to proceed with her wishes. I groaned and lifted my eyes up again, only to see her smirking proudly at the door.

“You better calm that down before we leave. I don't want anyone getting a peek at something that isn't theirs.” She smirks before leaving.

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I can barely keep my hands nor eyes away from Abigail when we sit inside the car on our way to the restaurant. All I wanted to do was rip that red figure-hugging dress off her body. With one hand on the wheel, the other caresses her thigh, drawing patterns on her soft skin with my thumb. When we reached the restaurant, I drove to the backside of the building where my private parking spot is. I parked the cat and turned off the engine. I turned my head to look at her, she had the sun visor whipped down, applying a fresh layer of lipstick and I decided to tease her and hastily move my hand to cup her center. She jerks and glares at me.

“Luciano!” 

“What?” I chuckled at her expression.

“My lipstick is going to smudge.” She turned her attention back to the mirror and I rolled my eyes but didn’t move my hand away from her. 

When she was done and the lipstick was inside her purse, I grabbed her throat, making her gasp. I moved her head to me and our lips collided in a desperate kiss. She responded to it immediately, opening her mouth to let my tongue in. I take the opportunity to nibble at her bottom lip and when I bite down she gasps against my mouth.

“You are getting lipstick on you.” She breathed between kisses and I only pulled her closer.

“I don't care,” I responded as I traveled to her neck, peppering it with sloppy kisses and her head tilted back.

“If we don't…. if we don't get inside, we will never make it to the dinner reservations.” She said, the words coming out as a breathy moan.

“They can wait.” She chuckles, the vibration from her throat going into my mouth and hand.

Her hand lifts to push me away but instead, she grasps onto my suit jacket in a way to desperately pull me closer.

“But we have a reservation.” She sighed.

“Luciano?” I groaned and pulled back.

“We will continue this when we come back.” I said, giving her a last kiss before retreating completely back to my seat.

When she had applied another layer of lipstick, as the majority had come off onto my lips, she wiped it away from my mouth and her throat. I take a deep breath of fresh air when I step and close the door to get to her side. She steps out and flattens out her dress that reaches her upper knees and then I lead her into the building one hand on her lower back.

Every table was occupied with laughter and chatter when we arrived inside and we barely got through the door before a server greeted us.

“Good evening, Mr. Adams. Your usual table, I presume?” The young man asked, giving us both a polite smile with his hands behind his back.

“Precisely.” He nodded and led us to the table in a corner where we were surrounded by the window that overlooked the beach ocean. 

I have several restaurants both across the country and in this city, but this one is most certainly one of my favorites. When we were seated, he handed us both menus before asking which beverages we would like. Now that she is twenty, she can legally order a glass of red wine, which she did. But I ordered him to bring the entire bottle. For her birthday, which was a few weeks ago, she told me that she didn't want to do anything huge, so we went to dinner and stayed at a hotel in France where we spent most of our time doing anything but praying. After all, it was what we did best.

I feel like you own this whole city with the number of restaurants we go to.” She said as she leaned her elbows on the table, a tiny smirk on her lips.

“What can I say? I am a successful man.”  I said proudly, earning a chuckle.