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“That’s not what you’re supposed… How are you… Your behavior is extreme, even for you. Please tell me that you get how over the top your reaction is.”
He takes my hand into his. “What I can say is even if you hire a woman who touches your naked body, I can’t guarantee I won’t fuck a bitch up for touching what’s mine.”
“You’re serious.”
“Deadly.”
His homicidal tendency should terrify me, but I’m no saint. Neither of us have the moral high ground. I murder people for money. Does it make one better than the other because he has a personal reason? I’m not sure.
“What about in lieu of you risking your position and giving Giulio the material he needs to destroy you, we just come up with a way you can work out your…dissatisfaction.”
“You mean like doubling the ways you can appease me?”
I roll my eyes, imagining all the ways he will tease me until I’m a screaming, boneless heap. Not a bad outcome for me. “That’s an option.”
“Cute.” He brushes my hair behind my ear. “But no.”
“Well, can professionals get a pass?”
“Professionals?” He leans forward and captures my lips.
His momentum pushes me against the seat until he lies above me. Without separating our lips, he delves beneath my pants until he reaches my pussy. I melt into the caress, slick and wanting, always ready for him. He plunges his fingers inside me while toying with the same jewelry he took issue with.
I cry into his mouth, but he pulls away.
“You expect me to share my treasure?” He punctuates his question by swiping my clit and thrusting inside me. “No men who aren’t Tácito, professional or otherwise. Ever,” he says before taking command of my mouth once more.
I stop arguing with him, too consumed by the pleasure he wrings from my body. Soon, I’m screaming as my body spasms in release. When he lets me up, we’ve arrived at the mansion.
“We’ll finish this discussion when I get home tonight.” He lets me out of the car and leaves me dazed at the front door.
Nothing registers until a voice behind me says, “Someone’s going to confuse you with a garden statue if you don’t move inside.” Ethan strolls from behind me to open the door. “Although with your messy hair and clothes, people will think you were a sympathy acquisition. Or a close family friend decided to become a sculptor and you were the result. Or—”
“Shut it.” I glare at him. When I come up beside him, I decide, to hell with the high road. I throw him over my back and into the side bushes before marching into the house with as much dignity as I can muster.
“You think the paparazzi got a good shot of that?” Ethan’s laughter follows me inside, but I refuse to engage him any further.
As I tread the stairs, an idea comes to mind. I retrieve my laptop and retreat into my bedroom to open a video chat and call Tácito. It takes a couple attempts before he answers.
“Everything okay?” he asks with a worried scowl.
“Not sure. I think I just put a target on my doctor’s back and I need you to convince Valentino to let him live.”
“I need context. Why would Valentino be a threat to your doctor?”
“Don’t you know? He’s given every man who has seen me naked a permanent vacation from life.”
“Oh,” Tácito’s lukewarm response throws me for a loop.
“Oh? So you knew.”
“No, I’m finding this out now.”
“But you aren’t shocked or outraged.”
He rolls his eyes. “This is Valentino. If I wasn’t me and your father wasn’t your dad, you can bet your culo your mom would be a single parent right now and you’d be in a monogamous marriage.”
I ignore the implied threat to my dad and Tácito. Valentino knows better. Or I pray he does.
