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I bite my lip and shrug. “What, like you can’t go? You’re insatiable, Dante.”
He rears back to look at me in disbelief, yet, as we stare at each other, I feel his cock twitch in response, then start to get harder. I knew it.
He laughs, the delicious sound rumbling through me. “You have no fucking idea, Addy. But,” he pauses then whispers against my ear. “Red Wine.”
He withdraws from me, then drops gentle kisses on my collarbone, up my neck, and finally, my temple. When he doesn’t make another move to touch me elsewhere, I realize what he’s done.
“Did you just . . . safeword on me?”
He strokes his fingers across my face and down my neck, over my breasts before coming to rest on my still flat lower belly. “Someone clearly needs to learn their limits.”
I roll my eyes. “Are you even supposed to do that?”
He stands, scoops me up from the floor then heads toward the shower. “Not sure. Why don’t we check with the local police to see if that’s allowed?”
I smile into his neck, and then something occurs to me. “Speaking of, have you ever been arrested?”
He laughs. “That’s like asking ice if it’s ever been cold. I’m the black sheep of the family. What do you think?”
“I didn’t think a crime family could have a black sheep.”
“Oh, trust me. I’m the only one of my living relatives who’s seen the inside of a prison cell.”
Dante’s strong arms encircle me as he steps into the shower. With a gentle twist of his wrist, warm water cascades over us, the steady patter of droplets against tile filling the air. Steam rises and envelopes us in a comforting cocoon.
He settles onto the teak shower bench, cradling me in his lap. The water sluices over my aching body, and I let out a soft moan as the heat begins to work its magic on my sore muscles.
“What were you arrested for?” I ask, my words starting to slur with exhaustion.
His soap-slick fingers work on my lower back, kneading the tender flesh with just the right amount of pressure. “Uh, let’s see. Dangerous driving. Assault. Drug possession.”
I almost purr as his skilled hands move up to my shoulders, working out knots I didn’t even know I had. The scent of sandalwood from the shower gel mingles with the steam, creating an intoxicating aroma. “Sounds like you were out of control.”
“Pretty much. I was a bit different. Neurodiverse. Which was not an excuse to be an asshole kid.”
“When did you stop?” I murmur, my eyes fluttering closed. The combination of the warm spray, his gentle massage, and the lingering endorphins from our session has me floating in a haze of contentment.
“Stop what?”
I yawn. “Being an asshole.”
Dante pauses his ministrations, “Who says I stopped?” He teases, his words almost lost in the rhythmic sound of falling water.
“Dante, I’m serious—”
“Everything changed after I took the vows at eighteen. I suddenly had more responsibility. I’ve been on the straight and narrow since then.”
“Straight and narrow my ass,” I snort.
“Well, you’d know, wouldn’t you.” He kneads my ass for emphasis, and I giggle, drowsy with contented sleep.
***
The soft whir of the Fortress’ library’s climate control system cycles off, breaking my concentration. I take a deep breath and stretch languidly on the beanbag, feeling the satisfying pop of my spine, as I fill my lungs with Dante’s rich scent. I can’t resist grabbing the neckline of his T-shirt and inhaling again.
I’m surprised by how refreshed I feel, considering the intense workout and play we had today. Contrary to what I thought, I’m sitting and walking fine. I fell asleep in Dante’s arms during the shower massage and woke up just as he was leaving for work.
I didn’t bat an eyelash when he announced he was going to have a ‘heart to heart’ with Tommy Martelli’s sons. My shock capacity has diminished considerably in the past few weeks.
