Page 30 of One Filthy Kiss

“Why do you stay here?” Her eyes search mine for the truth.

“Here is where there is money to be made.”

She casts her eyes down momentarily. “There’s more to life than money though.”

“I know, fiore.” I take her glass and set our drinks aside. “One day, I will give up this way of life and enjoy the rewards.”

She nuzzles my hand with her cheek. “How often do you go back to Sicily?”

Not often enough.

“A couple of times a year.”

I still haven’t told her that I’m flying out in the morning. I don’t want to spoil the moment, but I don’t want her to think that I’m keeping secrets from her.

“Fiore, I have to fly to Sicily tomorrow.”

She pulls away, her shoulders instantly bunching up around her neck. “Tomorrow?”

“I’ll be gone before you wake up.”

“Does this have anything to do with Amber’s father?”

“No.” The lie comes too easily. I’m doing it to protect her, I tell myself. The less she knows about him the better until it’s all over. “I have business with an old friend.” It’s true enough.

“When will you be back?”

“In a day or two.” It would be impolite to visit the don, gather the information I want, and then leave without accepting his hospitality. “Ric will stay here with you. Whatever you need, wherever you want to go, he’ll arrange security for you, and he won’t leave your side.”

“Or he’ll have you to answer to?” Her eyebrows slide upwards, but there’s a hint of amusement in her eyes.

“You learn fast.”

“That’s not all I’ve learned since I met you.”

She unbuttons my shirt and drags it over my shoulders. Pushing me back onto the blankets, her tongue traces a line down to my nipples. She sucks on them, nibbling them between her front teeth until they’re engorged, her fingers already working on my waistband.

Licking her lips seductively, she unfastens my pants, lowers the zipper, and tugs them over my hips, discarding themsomewhere behind her. Then, she slides her hand inside my boxers and strokes my cock.

“Where exactly did you learn this, fiore?” I place my hands behind my head while I watch her.

“On a penthouse rooftop somewhere in Manhattan. A guy I met not long ago. Good-looking, smooth talker, wears designer suits. You might know him.”

“No, doesn’t sound familiar.”

She smiles, and I lean forward, wrapping her hair around my hands and forcing her head down to my cock. “Suck me, fiore.”

“You’re so bossy.” But she springs my cock free and teases it with her tongue.

Holding her head still, I guide my length into her mouth, testing how deep she can take me. She gags halfway, but then she finds the right angle and eases herself onto me slowly.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Meggie.”

I guide her mouth up and down my length, and I’ve never felt anything so goddamned amazing. I feel my precum squirting down her throat, and her teeth bite into me as she swallows.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

Her eyes slant in my direction, but she doesn’t speak because she has her mouth full. I watch her until my orgasm is close to exploding, then I pull out. In one easy movement, I’m on my knees and Meggie is facing away from me on all fours, her ass in the air.