Loving Rome

Chapter One: Miss Nobody

I twirl the silver cross necklace between my fingers. On the back was the name DeLuca. A reminder of him, and he acts like he isn't kind. A small smile graces my lips as I look up to the man himself writing quickly. I was perched in a chair in front of his desk and moved the other chair so I could sling my legs across it.

Rome looked even more intimidating behind his desk. Dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration multiple thick rings layered on his fingers signifying his loyalty to his family and the mafia. His knuckles lined with tattoos. All his other tattoos were hidden behind his black collared shirt. He always looks so good in his work clothes. Black dress up shirt the first three buttons undone, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The shirt did very little to hide the bulging muscles encased beneath them. Black dress pants and black shinned and polished shoes with a silver Rolex on his wrist.

His golden dark blonde hair was styled with just the littlest amount of gel because he hated the way it made his hair feel but couldn't go to work with his long curls falling on his forehead. His scruff was trimmed at just the right amount and his plump pink lips were pulled in a frown as he finished his paper work. He was a dream to me. I would never tire of looking at him.

Just below his ear peaking out beneath his curls was my tattoo a rose the same one I had tattooed on my neck. A drunken night and an aching neck the next day I awoke to it. Drunk me must've been thinking right because every time I gaze at it I smile. It'll always be apart of him.

"Delilah." His dark voice pulls me out of my gaze and I peer into his green eyes.

"Rome?"

"Come here." He leans back in the leather black chair dropping his pen onto the desk.

I smirk dropping the cross held between my fingers and pull myself onto my feet. My shoes were abandoned in the corner of the room when I arrived an hour ago and all I had on was a graphic black t shirt tied in a knot with short ripped high waisted shorts with plain black socks.

I make my way around his desk planting myself in front of him as he slowly moves his chair back to make room for me. I giggle when he places his hands on my waist and hoists me onto the desk before him.

"Are you bored Delilah?" His voice is dark tinted with a suductive tone that causes my thighs to press together.

"No I was looking at you." My eyes trace down to his long fingers now sliding up my bare legs.

"Hmm why's that." His finger now reach my thighs his eyes gazing into mine.

"B-because you're beautiful." I gasp out as his fingers find their place between my legs rubbing outside my shorts.

He leans back in his chair almost mockingly as he stares between my legs simply dragging his finger up and down. I squirm from my position on his desk letting out aggravated pants. Finally, he gives up the teasing and he leans his head down, his hair brushing along the inside of my thighs from his long curls. His hot breath fans on my inner thigh before he places a delicate kiss.

"You are." His lines kisses up my thighs as his fingers begin to work the button my on shorts. He pops the button open and with one hand lifts my ass off the desk and the other hand pulls my shorts to my knees.

The heat between my legs grows as his dark gaze fixes on the black lace he loves. Rome loved everything black, as cliche as it was. He places another kiss, but this time directly on my core just where I need him outside of my panties.

"Rome please." I gasp, grabbing his thick curls with one hand and leaning back in his desk with the other.

His office is on the 30th floor of the building. If it wasn't so high we'd be screwed with the entire glass wall behind us exposing our sins to the world.