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“You’re a sadist, Ves.” He let his head flop down on her arm so he could keep looking at her. “That was dangerous. I’ve never been edged that hard, and I nearly came while still inside you.”
“Well, I did start birth control.”
Antonio lost his breath when the desire to flood her pussy overtook his thoughts.
“But it hasn’t been seven days, which is safest, and I doubt you would have obeyed if you knew.” She shifted up, finding the button to release the handcuffs. “You can be a bit of a brat. Still, next time—”
He grabbed her, pulling her on top of him and not caring if they made more of a mess. His hands moved to grip her head as he captured her mouth, but his cock was out for the count after climaxing as hard as he had.
She laughed against his lips. “So you’re not mad?”
“That was so fucking hot. I’m kind of spun over it.” He pushed a loose portion of hair behind her ears, and she shifted against him, spreading the stickiness. He searched her eyes, his heart pounding in fast, painful thumps. “I’m not over you at all yet. I want to fuck you again, but my body is wiped out. Promise you’ll text me the next time you feel needy?”
She reached out, rubbing a finger down his nose before giving it a swift kiss. “If you’re lucky.” She rolled off the bed, heading to the bathroom. “I’ll clean up first.”
The way her hips sauntered should have annoyed him, but she deserved the saunter. She really had wrecked him, and he settled into the mattress, wishing she’d let him shower with her. Maybe the hot water would have reenergized him.
The stickiness drying along the hair on his thighs wasn’t pleasant, but it made his mind flash back to how gorgeous she’d looked riding him, how tight his balls had gotten as he desperately snarled at himself not to come even while her pussy tightened and gushed around his cock.
“Fuck,” he muttered, closing his eyes. The vague thought that it would be fun to make her pay for what she’d done swirled. He could edge her next time.
She was damned chipper as she came out wearing the sweatpants and the wolf T-shirt, even though he hadn’t seen her grab it. Her boots were back on, and she gave him a jaunty wave. “See ya!” she called, humming as she closed the hotel door behind her.
She wasn’t the clinging type. It was too damn bad that he’d wanted to hold her, nuzzle into her neck, and play with her hair.
He rolled out of bed to do his own cleanup. Wearing the blue dress shirt again made his stomach tighten, though his cock remained limp between his legs.
It was well past breakfast by the time he returned to the Di Salvo estate, his clothes all wrinkled, which he hated. He also still smelled Vespa beneath the hotel soap and shampoo. Another shower, and a new expensive suit, this time with a red shirt, made him feel semi-normal, though his mind had become strangely calm and silent.
His brains had leaked out of his ears during his orgasm.
He made his way to Giovanni’s office, finding him alone inside. He studied his half brother. Giovanni Di Salvo looked more like his mother than their shared father. Inessa had perfected that same stoic expression.
Giovanni smiled more now that Nera was in his life, but he’d never be considered much of a smiler.
Not like Antonio, who for once couldn’t seem to dredge up the energy to flash his fake one.
“You missed breakfast,” Giovanni said.
Antonio moved into the office, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he took a chair. “Was Nera mad?”
“No.” Giovanni turned from the computer, studying him in that way he had. “She just noticed.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Not you?”
“I noticed.” Giovanni’s hands folded on the desk. “Anything I should know?”
The smile Antonio forced felt brittle. “Are you asking about my sex life?”
Giovanni shook his head. “I withdraw the question.”
Silence settled between them. That was okay. Giovanni was often silent. Antonio not so much, but he knew his brother preferred it.
He probably should tell Giovanni about Vespa. They had that meeting coming up soon, though, and it was easier to keep a secret if it was never talked about. Not that Giovanni would blab, but people had ears. And that pet assassin of Giovanni’s often lurked around.
Giovanni was worried about the joint meeting. Grooves, worry marks, had cropped up on the skin near his eyes ever since he realized Nera was pregnant.
Antonio opened his mouth, intending to go over the precautions they’d made again to reassure him. Instead he said, “You’ve only had sex with Nera.”
