"I miss boner police."

"You what?"

Giuseppe pivoted away from the television to stare at her from the couch at the other end of the flat.

Giorgia stepped inside, bare soles of her feet pressed flat against the kitchen tiles, a sense of some confidence rising in her voice.

"I said, I miss boner police."

"You fucking miss that little prick?" Giuseppe stood up now, ignoring the Juventus corner as he turned his frame toward hers, a small heave in his chest mostly concealed by the white tank top hugging his frame.

"Giuseppe, no, I said no, we're not doing this again." The lump rose in Giorgia's throat.

"Oh, we're not? You telling me what to do? You telling me what we're doing and what we're not doing?" He strode across the flat and perched over her now-quivering frame, hate flashing in his eyes.

"It's... it's not like tha--."

His hand strikes the side of her cheek.

She holds unflinching.

Hot tears soak her eyes as she stares him down.

She jumps into his hips, his hands cupping her ass to lift her, as her mouth works feverishly over his, grinding her needy little cunt against his aching manhood as he stumbles to the kitchen counter in gasping, aching breaths.

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