Chapter 47 Salvatore

Roc and Marco were laughing about something when Sara slipped away to the bathroom, and for a moment I let myself enjoy the sight. They looked… free. Happy. Like the weight Roc had carried for years had finally lifted.

Good. He deserved that.

But the moment Sara disappeared into the crowd, the unease I’d been pushing down all night crept back in. I leaned toward Roc.

“That man Letta was dancing with,” I said quietly. “Something’s off about him.”

Roc’s smile faded. “Off how?”

“I don’t know yet.” I scanned the room again, trying to place the familiarity. “But he’s not here for the gala. He’s here for something else.”

Roc followed my gaze, eyes narrowing. “You want me to keep an eye on him?”

“Yes,” I said. “But don’t make it obvious. Just… stay alert.”

Roc nodded once. “Got it.”

Marco glanced between us, sensing the shift. “Everything okay?”

Roc squeezed his hand under the table. “Yeah. Just work stuff.”

I didn’t correct him. A moment later, Sara returned, and the second she sat beside me, the tension in my shoulders eased. She smelled like her perfume and the faint sweetness of the dessert table she’d passed on the way back. But then she placed her hand on my thigh under the table. And every coherent thought I had evaporated.

She smiled at me like she wasn’t doing anything at all. Like she wasn’t slowly unraveling every ounce of control I had left. “You okay?” she asked softly.

No. Not even close.

But I managed a nod. “Fine.”

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “I’m ready to go home.” My pulse kicked hard. She paused, then whispered one word. so quiet only I could hear it. “Naked.”

I nearly choked on my drink. Roc shot me a confused look. Marco raised a brow. I ignored both of them, focusing on breathing like a normal human being while Sara sat there looking innocent and absolutely not innocent at all. Her hand slid a little higher. That was it. I pushed my chair back and stood, trying to look composed and failing miserably. “Roc, Marco, enjoy your night. I’ll send the limo back for you.”

Roc blinked. “Uh… sure?”

Marco smirked. “Have fun.”

I didn’t even pretend to deny it. I grabbed Sara’s hand, lacing our fingers together, and practically pulled her from the table. She laughed softly, letting me lead her through the crowd, her steps quick to match mine. We didn’t stop until we were out of the ballroom, away from the lights and the noise and the eyes. Just us.

The second the ballroom doors closed behind us, I didn’t slow down. Sara’s hand was small and warm in mine, her steps quick to keep up, her soft laugh telling me she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

The limo was already waiting at the curb. The driver straightened when he saw us.

“Home, sir?”

I opened the door, guiding Sara inside before I answered. “Yes. And take the long way.”

He nodded without question.

The door shut, sealing us in the dim, quiet interior. City lights streaked across the tinted windows as the limo pulled away from the curb.

Sara shifted closer, her dress brushing my leg. “Is it soundproof?” she asked, voice low, teasing.

I met her eyes. “Yes.”

She smiled, slow, knowing, dangerous in the best way. “Good.”

Before I could say anything else, she slid into my lap like she belonged there, her arms looping around my neck, her breath warm against my cheek.

Every ounce of composure I’d been clinging to at the table snapped.

“Sara…” My voice came out rougher than I intended.

She tilted her head, pretending innocence. “Yes, husband?”

I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling her melt against me. I slammed my lips to hers, pulling her even closer to me. She pulled back to caught her breathe but she then slid down onto the floor between me legs.

"Mi Corazón, what are you doing?" I asked as I started to reach for her to pull her back into my lap.

"Pleasing my husband." she replied as she swatted my hands away. She then started to unbutton my pants and lower them. I raised my hips to help her, my cock sprang out as she pulled down my pants and boxers.

"FUCK" I groaned as she licked me for base to tip before swallowing me into her warm mouth to the back of her throat. Fuck just a blowjob feels amazing. I fisted her hair and bucked my hips to match her rythm.

"FUCK, that's it baby. Just like that. I'm going to cum." I tried to pull her off me but she just doubled down her efforts. I slammed her down one last time as I came down her throat. "FUCK, Mi Corazón !!"

When I was down she come off me with a pop and liked her lips. I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap. We couldn't get home fast enough.