Until You Come Back To Me, Book 5

by Mallory Monroe

  “No, nothing like that. I’m here to meet my husband.”

  “Your husband?” Rory asked. “I assumed you were married, a beautiful, desirable woman like you could not possibly go unclaimed for very long. But I wasn’t sure.”

  “Yes, I’m married.”

  “Happily I hope.”

  “Oh, yes. Very. In fact he owns this building behind us.”

  Rory looked surprised. “He owns it? You mean he has an office here, or?”

  Gemma smiled. “No, sir, he owns the entire building.”

  Rory smiled. “He owns the Gabrini Complex? My goodness. You didn’t just marry, you married well.”

  “Very well. Yes.”

  Rory nodded his head. “Good, Gemma. And congratulations,” he said, and hugged her again.

  Inside the office building, Santino Druce, the building’s security chief, was reviewing a series of monitors, all of which showed various locations inside and outside of the huge office complex. Santino’s assistant, Jody Carter, was also in the office, seated beside the desk. They had been discussing the meet and greet scheduled for next week, where the entire building would be open to whomsoever wished to attend, when they noticed, on one of the monitors, Mrs. Gabrini in the parking lot. The assistant chief noticed it first.

  “Whoa,” he said, and Santino looked too. “She’s hugging that guy.”

  “Yeah, I see. She apparently forgot who she’s married to.”

  “Boss ain’t gonna like that.”

  “She better hope Sal doesn’t see that,” Santino agreed, but then he looked over at the elevator monitor. “Oops, too late,” he added.

  Jody looked at the monitor showing Sal’s private elevator, with Sal in it. “He’s on his way downstairs now.”

  “She should know better,” Santino said, as Sal exited the elevator. “Hugging that guy in public like that. She should know better.”

  Both men returned their attention to the monitor showing the parking lot. “Wonder who the dude is?” Jody asked.

  “I don’t know,” Santino said, “but I don’t think boss is gonna like some man hugging on his wife like that, he doesn’t care who he is.”

  “Why should it bother him?” Jody asked. “Guys like Sal Gabrini always have ten other chicks just like her. What’s the big deal?”

  “She’s his wife, jug head. That’s the big deal! She’s not some anybody. And I heard he actually loves her.”

  “I’ll have to see that to believe it.”

  Santino smiled, as the monitor showed Sal heading for that parking lot and making a beeline for his wife. “Why else would he hurry out there like that if she didn’t mean shit to him? Seeing is believing, so see it and believe it,” Santino bragged.

  Sal knew he had security cameras everywhere, but the idea that his men could be monitoring him on those cameras didn’t cross his mind. He made his way to Gemma. It was one thing for men to admire her and appreciate her from afar. It was something else for a man to touch her and flirt with her and put himself in any kind of position to possess her. That was one game Sal didn’t play.

  When Gemma saw him coming toward them, she smiled. “Here’s my husband now,” she said to Rory. “Hey, Sal,” she added as Sal approached.

  “Hey,” Sal responded, all the while studying the man that still had his hand on the small of Gemma’s back.

  “I want you to meet a very old friend of mine,” Gemma said. “His name is Judge Rory Calhoun. I clerked for him years ago, and he still ranks as the absolute best mentor I’ve ever had.”

  “She’s giving me far too much credit,” Rory said with a smile, and extended his hand. “How are you?”

  “I’ll be better,” Sal responded, “when you take your hand off of my wife.”

  “Sal!” Gemma was mortified that he would disrespect her former mentor and a renowned federal judge that way.

  But Rory only smiled. “It’s alright, Gemma,” he said. “If you were my woman, I’d be territorial too.”

  “But that’s where you’re wrong,” Sal pointed out. “She’s not my woman, she’s my wife.” Sal looked the man dead in the eye. “She’s already taken.”

  Gemma was even more mortified. “He knows that, Sal,” she said, “what are you telling him that for?”

  “What do you want?” Sal asked Rory.

  “He wanted to see about renting out office space, in your building, for his law practice. He’s retiring soon and was giving this place a look. He’s meeting his realtor here.”

  “Okay, well, we won’t keep you,” Sal said, as he placed his hand in the small of Gemma’s back.

  Gemma looked at Rory. “It was great seeing you again, sir.”

  “You too, dear.”

  “I hope to see you around soon.”

  “Same here.”

  Gemma hugged his neck. Rory glanced at Sal as she did.

  “I’ll see you around,” he said to her, and Gemma and Sal began heading for the entrance. Sal looked back at Rory as they went.

  Once they entered the office building, they made their way toward the private elevator. The lobby was packed with staff and potential tenants with their realtors as they all worked to make the brand new Gabrini Office Building fully occupied. Although Sal had his hand around Gemma’s waist, it was obvious to every worker in the lobby who went out of their way to speak to the boss and his wife, that their body language had them very far apart. And when they got onto the private elevator, and Gemma moved to the back of the elevator and folded her arms, while Sal hovered around the buttons, it was for certain: Gemma was pissed.

  “What was that about, Sal?” she asked him.

  Sal was disinclined to turn her way. “It was about making sure you were okay.”

  Gemma frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be okay? That man is my mentor, Sal! He’s old enough to be my father! He was here about office space when he saw me drive up. All he wanted was to say hello. That’s all he wanted.”

  “You don’t know what all he wanted,” Sal said. Then he turned to her. “According to you, you haven’t seen him in years. What would you know about all he wants?”

  “He’s not that kind of man. His wife just died last year. That man isn’t interested in me like that, why do you keep acting as if every man on the face of this earth wants me when you barely wanted me when you first saw me yourself?”

  Sal looked at her as if he couldn’t believe how wrong she was. “I didn’t want you?” he asked as he began to walk toward her. “Are you kidding me? I wanted you so badly I could hardly sleep!”

  Gemma shook her head. But Sal grabbed her by the chin and made certain they were eyeball to eyeball. “Do you hear me, Gem? Why would you say something like that? I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

  “Yeah, right, Sal. That’s why I ended up phoning you after we met, not the other way around.”

  This wasn’t the first time she had mentioned their first meeting to Sal, as if his reaction and subsequent decision not to phone her bothered her mightily. Now it was bothering him. He went over to the elevator buttons and pressed STOP to end the shaft’s progression toward the top floor. He used his key to turn off the security cameras, and then he moved back over to his wife.

  He placed his hands on either side of her arms. “I didn’t call you,” he said, “not because I didn’t want to call you. I wanted to call you desperately. But you had already turned me down. I didn’t want my heart broken.”

  “You wanted to have sex with me when you barely knew my name. Hell yeah I turned you down for that. But I thought we had made a connection.”

  “We did. That was the problem. It was too deep of a connection. I wasn’t used to that.” He rubbed her arms and that troubled look came into his deep-socketed eyes. “And the fact that you were black had something to do with it too.”

  Gemma considered him. Sal was the most honest man she knew, but he rarely spoke about the days when he held some pretty awful racial views. “What do you mean?” she asked him.

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bsp; “I’d never been with a black woman before.” He looked at her. “I didn’t think I could pass the test. Bedroom-wise I mean.”

  Gemma smiled. “Are you for real?” A man with his pipes could pass any bedroom test, what was he talking about?

  “You black ladies were pretty tough when it came to a man’s performance, or at least that was what my racist ass thought at the time. I would see Tommy with his black gals and all they talked about was how well he put it on them, and how terrible this guy or that guy was. I mean, I could lay it down too. But I’m no Tommy.”

  “Will you stop saying that?” Gemma asked him. “Because Tommy’s no Sal. The way you do me no man could do me better, and especially not pretty boy Tommy Gabrini and his need for speed.”

  Sal laughed. “What need for speed?”

  “He lives life in the fast lane. He plays it cool, but the last thing he wants is cool. He wants it hot. That’s why Grace couldn’t keep up with him. That’s why I’ll take you any day of the week.” But Gemma inwardly smiled. She knew Sal was not going to let her or anybody else say one single negative word about his beloved big brother Tommy before he defended him.

  And she was right. Sal placed his hands around her waist, but instead of dealing with their issues, he dealt with what she said about his brother. “But in fairness to Tommy,” he said, “Grace divorced him. He wanted to make that relationship work.”

  Gemma smiled, and then laughed. “I knew it was just a matter of time.”

  “Before what?”

  “Before you defended Tommy, what else? That’s what you do.”

  “Forget Tommy,” Sal said, moving closer. “It’s you I want.” He tightened his grip on her. “That’s what I want you to know. That’s what I need you to know.”

  “Oh, Sal,” Gemma said just as his mouth captured hers.

  They began kissing, in the comfort of Sal’s private elevator, but they were not sharing their moment alone. Santino, Sal’s head of security, and Jody, the second-in-command, were watching too, via the monitor inside the private elevator. When Sal killed the video feed in his elevator, he forgot the kill switch on the chief camera – which was the backup cameras and viewed only by his head of security either live, or should something go wrong, later on tape. Santino and Jody were watching live and in living color.

  And unbeknownst to Sal, he was giving them a show. He kissed his wife long and lovingly, but both men knew he was going to do more to her by the way he kept pressing his body against her. And both men couldn’t wait to see it happen. He was their boss, and they knew he had forgotten to turn off the backup camera, but it was their job to monitor Sal’s elaborate security scheme. They felt justified in watching. They felt they were only doing their duties.

  Sal did his duty too when he lifted his wife’s skirt and placed both hands inside her panties, cupping her bare ass. He began massaging her as he kissed her. But when he knelt down, pulled down her panties, and began licking her, Santino and Jody both squirmed in their seats. What amazed them wasn’t so much how he did her, but how long he did her. Their boss didn’t give a quick oral to get to the real thing, the way they did it. But Sal was knelt down mouth-fucking his wife as if the oral itself was the real thing. He was licking and sucking and eating her in a way that had her eyelids heavy with sensuality.

  “Damn,” Jody said. “She must taste awfully good.”

  “Apparently so,” Santino said, getting hard just watching it.

  And when Sal finally stood back up, unzipped and pulled out his aroused penis, and guided it into her pussy, both men nearly sighed with the same deep feelings Gemma sighed with.

  And Sal was on the job, fucking her in such melodic strokes that Santino found himself lifting his hips too in sexual simulation. Gemma held onto Sal as he banged her, and when they came it was as if Santino and Jody were cumming right along with them. Especially when Sal stained every muscle in his body as he filled her up.

  When it was over, Sal kissed his wife again and leaned into her. “I love you, lady,” he said. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

  Gemma touched his handsome face. “I love you too,” she said. “Don’t you forget it either.”

  Sal smiled. He was a stern man who didn’t smile easily, but he smiled a lot when Gemma was around. “What you say we ditch this joint and go get laid again?”

  “Sounds tempting,” Gemma said with a smile of her own. She wasn’t the skinning-and-grinning type either. “But they just finished your office. This is the first time I get to go inside and see it for myself. I want to see it.” Then her look turned serious again. “I know why you did it, Sal,” she said.

  Sal was still smiling. “Why I did it? Why I did what?”

  “I know why you had this huge office building built when you already have a massive office building in Seattle. I know you built it so that you wouldn’t have to travel to Seattle as much as you normally did. I know you built it so that you can spend more time with me.”

  “I realized what little time we spend together. I realized how every single week I’m out of town on business. And even with this new building, I’ll still have to travel quite a bit because I have too many things going on. But at least I’ll cut my time away from you in half. And that makes it worth it to me.”

  Gemma stared at her husband. She’d never met a man like him. “You are so different,” she said.

  Sal loved when she praised him, since nobody else ever did. “Different how?” he asked.

  “You do so much for me. Nobody else has ever been so devoted to me. I’ll never forget that, Sal. When we have hard times, when we have those crazy disagreements we often have and I would rather slap you than hug you, I’ll always remember the love you have for me, and the love I have for you. It’s so strong, sometimes it scares me.”

  Sal nodded. “I know. It scares me too. But that’s the beauty of it, babe.” Sal rubbed the back of his hand against her smooth face. “It’s so strong, it won’t let me down.”

  Gemma didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve never had a relationship that met my expectations. Never. Then I meet you, and fall in love with you, and you surpass my expectations. I’ve never had that before, Gemma. You don’t let me down. And that’s why I can’t let you down. You gave me love when nobody else would give me a prayer. I can’t forget that and act like it’s no big deal. It’s everything to me.”

  Sal placed both of his hands on the side of Gemma’s face, with his intense blue eyes staring into her soft brown ones. “Why would I ever want to cheat or lie or do anything to hurt the one woman who loves me despite myself?” Sal shook his head, and his eyes began to look more passionate than intense. “No way,” he said, as he began to kiss her again. “No way.”

  They began kissing, not in any rushed, hard way, but with a slow, loving ease. And when his lips left her lips and began to move down toward her neck, she leaned her head back to give him the access he wanted. She was feeling it too. And slowly, but surely, Sal’s dick, which remained inside of her, began to move again, and come to life again. It was awakening as if it had been a sleeping giant, and began to glide along her already wet, already filled pussy until it was expanding to a point that had Gemma drunk with passion.

  He was fucking her again. He was pushing in and almost out of her in a way that had him breathing heavily as he kissed her neck, and had him lifting her as he exposed and kissed her breasts. They were both groaning. They were both wishing they were in the comfort of their own home, but pleased for the privacy of this little elevator, as they made passionate love all over again.

  Although Jody, as the number two security chief, was just enjoying the show, Santino knew that he could be fired or shot or both if Sal ever found out what they were witnessing. But asking him to turn away was like asking a baby not to cry. He had a hard-on watching them. Job, life, and limb be damned, he was going to keep watching.

  And they kept watching. They kept watching as Sal continued to fuck his wi
fe and suck her big, brown breasts. They kept watching when he made her cum. Her body began to press back even harder against the wall of that elevator as her eyes rolled back and her body began to jerk as if she couldn’t take it.

  But their boss, who they already knew was a man’s man to begin with, continued to give it to her with even deeper thrusts. His balls were trying to get inside of that pussy the way he was slapping it on her so hard. And when he came, they could see his muscles strain even through the expensive suit he wore. And he poured into her again. He filled her up again. And then they just stood there, leaned against each other, until their strength was regained.

  “I heard all about that brown sugar shit,” Jody said as they watched the Gabrinis. “I heard all about that once you do black you never go back shit too. And I had some myself back in the day.”

  “Yeah?” Santino asked, although his eyes never once left that elevator monitor. “What happened? You went black but didn’t go back?”

  “I wanted to go back, but they didn’t want me back,” Jody said.

  Santino laughed.

  “I’m not kidding,” Jody continued. “As soon as a big, black cock came along, they dumped me every time. They stopped returning my phone calls, wouldn’t answer the doorbell. Fuck them! But you saw the size of boss’s cock. Boss’s cock could compete with the cock of any black stud any place, any time.”

  Santino looked at Jody. “And you think that’s why boss has a black wife?”

  “That has to be it!” Jody responded. “That has to be why all of these Gabrinis end up with black wives. From Sal to Tommy to the granddaddy of them all, Reno Gabrini. They keep those black bitches satisfied. That ain’t easy to do.”

  Santino smiled. “You know what you’re saying, right?”

  “What?” Jody asked.

  “You’re saying you have too small a cock to compete, that’s what you’re saying.”

  “Get out of here! That’s not what I’m saying!”

  “That’s what you’re saying!”