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Then his tongue slipped into her folds and began a
downward descent that had him now eating her.
 
That was the best part of all for Trina.
 
The idea that he was in her, eating her wetness, his gorgeous head
buried between her legs like a vibrator with jet propulsion.
 
Because Reno’s mouth didn’t just vibrate her,
it levitated her.
 
It made her lift her
hips and
push
her pussy so far up into his face that
it nearly suffocated him.

That was when Reno knew it was time.
 
When Trina stopped trying to close those legs
because she couldn’t take the intensity, but, instead, thrust those hips.

“Now, baby,” Reno said lustfully as he got back on
his knees, opened her legs wider, slid her body down closer, and shoved his
dick inside of her.
 
“Now comes a little
dick whipping.
 
Can I put it on you,
baby?”

“You know you can, Reno,” Trina said breathlessly,
barely able to speak at all.
 
“Put it on
me.”

“Can I put it on you?”

“Put it on me!”

And he did.
 
He
put a dick-whipping on her that she wouldn’t soon forget.
 
He shoved deeper into her wetness,
ballooning
her with his full erection.


Oh
,” he
said,
when she clenched her muscles around his dick.
 
Ordinarily it would have been too soon.
 
He had just entered her.
 
But it was just right this time because of
the amount of saturation.
 
He would have
moved in too deep too fast.
 
And it would
have been over had he done that.
 
Now,
with her clench, he backed off and got in rhythm first.

He slid in and out of her, repeatedly, until he was
sliding in and almost out.
 
Trina laid
her head back onto the pillow and relaxed now.
 
He was putting it on her now.
 
He
was in that zone she loved.
 
He was
giving her that edginess that made her feel as if she was on the verge of
cumming when it was just a tease.
 
She loved
when Reno made her feel this way.
 
And he
made her feel this way over and over and over again.
  
He’d go all in, back up, and give her that
wonderful edginess all over again.

Reno felt it, too, as he slow-fucked the shit out of
her.
 
He leaned down, wrapped her in his
arms, and fucked her for nearly twenty minutes straight.
 
It was that fringe-dwelling, that constant
feeling of being in the throes of
cum, that
enabled
them to last so long.
 

Trina experienced every inch of Reno.
 
And not just his massive cock.
 
But she felt his muscular body on top of
her.
 
She smelled his sweet cologne scent
mixed up with sweat mixed up with funk and it started getting sensually heady
to her.
 
He had her tight in his
arms.
 
Imprisoned and impaled against
him.
 
And she didn’t want to break free.

He was kissing her now, as he fucked her, and his
fucking was growing faster and his breathing more erratic.
 
Trina could feel the change.
 
And she was kissing him harder, too.
 
She was feeling every slash of his dick,
every lash of his tongue, his warm breath on her face, his masculine scent and
sensual power overwhelming her.
 
She was
his.
 
She was his complete possession.
 
And she wouldn’t, at that moment, have it any
other way.

“Ree-
no!”
she purred as he fucked her.
 
Because he was whipping it on her harder and harder now.
 
He was thrashing into her juices and slushing
them around, and moving his cock, from the tip of his dickhead to the tip of
his balls, deep down within her.

Until something wonderful broke free.
 
They both felt it.
 
Something sweet and wonderful and powerful
broke free.
 
And they came, together, as
Reno released like an overflowing river inside of her.
 
He filled her up, and then began throbbing so
hard that he thought the intensity alone would kill him.

He poured out, and poured out, and when he thought he
couldn’t possibly release another ounce, more poured.
 
Trina felt a kind of rumbling roar, like a
storm surge, as Reno kept pouring out.
 
Every time they had sex it seemed better than the time before.
 
But this time was different.
 
It was wonderful, it was better than the time
before, but it was different.
 
Neither
one of them could verbalize why it was so different, but they knew that it
was.
 

They just knew.

They didn’t realize at the time, and Trina herself
wouldn’t find out for another month, but on this night, on the night of Jimmy
Mack’s eighteenth birthday, their bodies conspired together in a burst of love
and passion that would end up bringing a child into this world.
 

Their first child together.

And Reno Gabrini, who felt everything so deeply,
would never be the same again.

 
 
 
 

 

 
 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Six weeks later

 

Reno looked down into the courtyard from his office
on the fifth floor of the PaLargio.
 
It
was his smaller office, one he rarely used, and it stood in stark contrast to
his massive suite of offices on the thirtieth floor.
 
This was his getaway, a space he retreated to
when he needed some peace and quiet while he worked.
 

And it proved completely successful for most of the
morning.
 
He was able to get a lot of
paperwork completed with no interruptions.
 
But now he was taking a break.
 
Now he was standing at the wall-sized window watching his teenage son
Jimmy Mack, and the son of one of his managers, shoot hoops on the basketball
court just beyond the promenade.
 

Reno smiled as Jimmy illegally elbowed the smaller
boy and then made a reverse layup to the hoop.
 
“That’s my boy,” he said with a grin.
 
“Don’t let those fuckers get away with nothing!”
 

But even as he smiled, and even as he enjoyed
watching his son, he still wasn’t completely over the shock that such a smart,
strapping, handsome young black male was actually bone of his bone and flesh of
his flesh.
 
But it was a fact.
 
He found out only months before, but the DNA
test eventually confirmed it: James Mack Ridgeway, the son of a woman he’d met
over eighteen years ago, was all his.

But before Reno could even revel in the thought of
this new discovery, and the fact that the kid was actually an
honest-to-goodness wonderful boy, the double doors of his office swept open,
and a voice he knew so well entered talking.

“Tell Richie it doesn’t apply to me, Reno,” she said
as she entered.
 
It was such a familiar
voice that Reno didn’t bother to turn around.
 
He knew it was his sister Fran.
 
Richie Marcasi, better known as Dirty, was Fran’s husband.

“How did you get in here?” Reno asked, still staring
at his son on the basketball court.
 

“I walked in, how do you think?
 
They better not try to stop me from seeing my
own brother.
 
And why aren’t you in your
office, anyway?”

“This is my office.”

“I’m talking about the real one on the thirtieth
floor,” she said as she walked over to the window and stood beside her
brother.
 
“The one with
the ten thousand secretaries and million assistants.
 
Your main office.”
 

He finally turned her way.
 
She was attractive and she knew it, with
long, black hair that framed a face of big, Mediterranean dark eyes and thin
lips.
 
She was in her twenties, whiny as
hell, and sometimes Reno couldn’t stand the sight of her.
  
But she was his kid sister.
 
She was his responsibility.

 
“So what do
you want now?” he asked her, as he unbuttoned his double-breasted Armani suit
coat.

Fran gave her brother a bitter look.
 
What an asshole, she thought.
 
And he had the nerve to be a pretty asshole
at that.
 
This disgusted Fran no
end.
 
She was the female, after all, yet
it was Reno who had the romantic blue eyes, and the gorgeous brown hair, and
the slamming body.
 
It just wasn’t fair,
she felt, that her brother should be prettier than she was.
 
Especially a brother like Reno, whose bad
temper and legendary impatience made him undeserving of all of the gifts he’d
been given.
 
To Fran she was gravely
shortchanged.
 
While Reno, in her view,
was grossly overcompensated.
 
“Why do I
have to want anything?” she asked.
 
“Maybe I just want to say hey to my big brother.”

“And then after you favor me with your hello you’re
sure to ask for something in return.
 
So
what is it?”

“You are such a prick, you know that, Reno?
 
You show me such love and affection.”

“Tell me what you want, Francine, or I’ll throw you
out of here.
 
How’s that for love and
affection?”

“Why are you so
mean
to me,
Reno?”

“What do you want?”

She exhaled.
 
That dog of a brother of hers would never change his ways, she didn’t
know why she kept trying.
 
“I want you to
tell Richie that your rule doesn’t apply to me.”

Reno almost rolled his eyes.
 
What nonsense was she bothering him about
now?
 
“What rule?” he asked her.

 
“About playing at the blackjack tables.
 
Richie claim you said we couldn’t gamble in
the casino anymore, not as long as he worked in the casino.
 
But I don’t work there.
 
I told him that rule doesn’t apply to
me.
 
How would it look if I can’t even
have a nice little game inside my own brother’s casino?
 
It’ll look crazy, Reno, that’s how it’ll
look.
 
But Richie won’t listen.”

Reno had already turned his attention back to the
courts outside.
 
And it wasn’t a moment
too soon because Jimmy Mack faked one way and then pivoted as he dribbled the basketball
behind his back and sprinted to the hoop for a slam dunk.
 
Reno let out a shout of happiness.
 
“That’s my boy!” he yelled.
 
“Show’em how it’s done!”

“Reno!” Fran said insistently as she, too, looked
down at Jimmy Mack.
 
“Will you pay me
some attention here?”

Reno looked her way.
 
“Okay, what is it again?
 
What is
it that you said?”

“I said talk to Richie!
 
He won’t let me play at the blackjack
tables.”

“Blackjack?
 
You bother me over some blackjack?”

“But Richie won’t let me play.”
 

“And how is that my problem?
 
Dirty won’t let you play,
then
take it up with Dirty.
 
Whatta you running to me for?
 
He’s your husband,” Reno said, heading back
toward his desk.
 
He was certain that, as
long as Fran was in his orbit, his peaceful afternoon was over.
 
“Take it up with your husband.”

“But he says you won’t let me do it because he works
for you,” Fran said, following behind Reno.
 
“I told him that’s not true, but he won’t listen.”

Reno stood behind his desk and rubbed his
forehead.
 
He’d only been back in town
for two months after a long, hot summer in Georgia, and his desk was still
running over with documents he had to review, new projects he had to approve,
the booking contracts for their A-list headliners he had to sign off on.
 
He was glad to be back, but he had fallen so
behind he still didn’t have his grove back yet.
 

“Reno!” Fran yelled again when it again appeared that
he wasn’t listening to her.

“What?” Reno yelled back, a frown now on his
face.
 
“What the fuck are you bothering
me for, Fran?
 
I told you to take that
shit up with Dirty.
 
Why you keep asking
me about it?”

“Because,” Fran said and then went on to relay in
excruciating detail what Dirty had said to her and how badly she wanted to play
blackjack and on and on she went.
 
To get
rid of her Reno told her it was fine, and that he had no objection to her
playing the tables, and that she and Dirty should keep him out of their marital
squabbles.
 
Thrilled, Fran hugged and
kissed her brother and hurried back downstairs to the casino.
 

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