Page 252 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

The man seemed to think it was something else entirely. He touched her shoulder with soft affection, and leaned in closer. “I know it’s a shock—you’ll process all of this in time. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.”

Maybe she should have felt like the biggest piece of shit for pulling this stunt—for doing this to her family.

Yet, she didn’t.

All she could really think about was … getting out.

The cop turned to talk to his partner, and Siena’s gaze drifted over the people in the waiting room. Her brother and mother were still fully distracted with each other, and the people surrounding them.

Siena’s enforcer was another one distracted by barking into his phone. He’d been doing that all damn night.

She finally had a chance to get out. Five minutes to breathe alone. All she could think about was John.

No one noticed her standing there alone, dry-eyed.

No one noticed her leave, either.

Siena used the key John kept hidden in a safety box on the back deck of his Queens home to get inside his place. She hadn’t called to let him know she was coming over only because she didn’t dare use the phone given to her by her brothers.

She left the burner phone from John at her place, hidden in a spot where it wasn’t likely to be discovered.

Quickly, she slipped through the dark, quiet house. Upstairs she went until she found John sleeping in his bed. His house was usually locked up tight—she had spent enough nights with him to know the slightest sound or creak would wake him up.

The fact he didn’t move at all as she crossed the bedroom was a testament to how busy and stressed out he must have been. So much so, that sleep was probably his only escape from everything.

She didn’t want to wake him.

She didn’t want to sleep, either.

“John,” Siena whispered.

His name barely left her lips before his eyes flew wide open. Dark hazel darted right, and found her standing next to his bed. He blinked once, and then twice, like he was trying to make sure it was actually her standing there.

John didn’t saying anything.

No, he simply grabbed her and pulled her into the bed with him.

Siena’s sudden laughter was muffled by the hard kiss John leveled to her mouth as his hands gripped fiercely to her sides. He rolled to his back and took her with him. Never once did they break their kiss.

She couldn’t help herself but touch him. In nothing but boxer-briefs, she had all the access to his body that she wanted. Hard lines, and muscles that strained with every movement. The dark dusting of hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his boxer-briefs called her name.

John didn’t say a word—only groaned—when Siena kissed down his throat, over his chest, and kept moving lower. He pushed his lower half against her body when she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and started to tug them down.

Already, he was hard.

Already, she wanted to taste him.

Soon, she would have to go again. Before the sun was up, likely. Before either of them could possibly talk properly, or get their fill of one another.

It sucked.

But that’s just how it was.

For now …

Siena’s fingers wrapped tightly around the base of John’s cock, and she took the head of him into her mouth. The unique taste of him and his precum burst along her taste buds. He flexed his hips upward making her take damn near all of him into her mouth at once.