Ruggero couldn’t take his eyes off Delfina and even his father’s pointed glance more than once through dinner was not remotely enough to make him stop.
She was a breathtaking woman. When he’d stood beside her in the living room earlier while his family apologized for the way they’d all treated her over the years, he was close enough he could smell the scent of her shampoo. He’d been struggling to keep it together since she mentioned in the car how she was sexually frustrated and in thinking of her shampooing her hair, he got to thinking of her in the shower and then trying to please herself and he’d started to get hard standing in a room full of his family.
It was clear she remained very uncomfortable despite his sisters and mother’s attempts to lighten the mood. Every dinner Delfina eve
