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Siena’s fingernails made red lines down his back when he drew out, and slammed right back in. Her white dress slid up under his hands, exposing more skin for him to kiss, and taste.

He liked her throat the best.

How sounds crawled from it when his tempo picked up. How her muscles and tendons strained when he fucked her harder. How her pulse raced when his teeth cut into her skin and left a mark behind.

He liked those marks.

It meant she was his

“Oh, my God, John.”

Her words were a light whisper in his hear.

Perfect and full of sin.

Blissed and high.

Fucking her did that to him, too.

Made him so goddamn high.

She came the first time with his name falling from her tongue. He flipped them over to get her on top for round two. He only let her ride him long enough to get that second orgasm, and then he was done for.

Nothing had ever felt better than coming inside her. He doubted anything would feel that good again.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“YEAH, MATTEO here.”

“Hey, Dad, it’s me.”

“Siena?” her dad asked.

“Yeah, would you mind if I took today off, and didn’t come in to the restaurant?”

Matteo hummed a sound. “Well, you’re supposed to be at the restaurant for noon, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am,” Siena said.

“Then, what’s the problem here?” her father asked.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted a day off.”

“It’s a busy month, Siena. For both sides of business, if you get what I mean.”

She did know what he meant, and her father was right. They were still in February. The tax deadline was coming up to have everything filed. While most of the businesses’ books were closed for the previous tax year, there were still a couple left. Not to mention, the illegal side of business picked up in the new year, and that forced more work on her to scrub and cook books. Her books were ace, though.

It wasn’t that she was concerned about. She really did just need a day off.

“I work all the time, Dad,” Siena said. “I rarely ask for time off. Sometimes I’m working seven days a week. The least you could do is give me one day when I ask for it. And I don’t ask for it very often.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Exactly,” Siena said.

“What were you planning to do today, then?” her father asked.

“I was going to spend the day with John.”