Page 116 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Lately, his grasp on good and bad decisions fell more to the reckless, stupid side of things. This would probably fall in that category as well.

John just couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He was who he was.

Bulletproof.

Untouchable.

Invincible.

Especially with Siena.

He didn’t care that her father was just twenty feet away. He didn’t consider that this was a public place, or how disrespectful it might be to her family.

No, he just closed the door to the office, picked Siena up, and set her on the edge of the desk. She laughed breathlessly as he pushed her skirt up around her hips, and got down on his knees. The black cotton panties she wore slipped down her legs easily, and she widened her hips without even needing to be told.

She tasted like honey on his tongue.

A drug he wanted more of.

She muffled her cries with her hands. Every stroke of his tongue against her silken pussy, and hot little clit had her rocking into his mouth.

So perfect.

It was the recklessness of it all that got him off, next to the way Siena looked while he ate her out, of course. Still, the danger and craziness of it all made it that much fucking better. He couldn’t deny the way the high slipped through his blood like a needle shot straight into his veins.

It was everything good and bad for John.

A part of him understood that—his life and actions lately were reflecting symptoms of his mania, and he knew it. From the lack of sleep, to the irresponsible decisions, and the wild behavior. The bigger problem was the part of him that recognized his spiral was quickly shut down, and shut out. Irrationality took control.

As quick as the understanding came …

It was gone again.

Forgotten.

He felt instead. He felt everything.

It was overwhelming.

It still felt like air, though. He just kept sucking it in.

No matter if it was poison.

Siena’s cheeks were still blushed with a pretty pink when they left the office. John thought to say goodbye to Matteo as they left—for respect’s sake—but the Calabrese boss was on the phone, and only eyed the couple as they left the business.

It was odd, but John figured it didn’t matter.

He had what he wanted tucked into his side.

And she was still smiling.