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I mean, probably not.
I was mourning.
I was on the run for my life.
But, still.
There was no denying the connection, the warm feelings I felt toward this often cold man.
“Thanks for this,” I said, almost finishing the coffee that not only my body, but my soul, seemed to require that morning.
I was feeling mostly myself again by the time I set it onto the nightstand.
“What are the plans today?” I asked.
To that, he sighed.
“I gotta go have a meeting with the Family,” he said.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, knowing I couldn’t ask for details.
“Yeah. Lorenzo doesn’t like to communicate via phone, so he calls meetings every now and again. That’s all this is.”
“Oh, okay. Good.”
“Around three,” he told me.
Smack-dab in the middle of the day. It likely meant we wouldn’t have a usual outing. But depending on when he got home, maybe we could go out to eat or something.
It was wild how reliant I’d become on his company in so short a period of time.
“I think I might take Storm for a long walk while you’re gone then,” I said. “Do some window shopping. I could pick up something to cook for dinner.”
“You cook?” he asked, brows raising.
“I… manage,” I said, not wanting to oversell my culinary skills. Especially when he was used to the women in his family cooking Michelin star type meals. I mean, at one of the restaurants we’d tried, where I’d tasted the best lasagne I’d ever had, he’d tasted it, and declared his mom, aunts, and even cousins made better.
A low chuckle escaped Silvano at that.
“Up to you. Don’t mind ordering in. Hanging out and eating in bed,” he added, and I felt a hopeful little tug.
That he meant this bed. With him.
Finally, unable to stand the suspense for another second, I mimicked his comment from weeks before.
“Fuck it,” I said, shifting up onto my knees, then climbing over to straddle him.
He reached out, putting his coffee down, his gaze on me. His hands were only empty for a moment before they were sinking into my ass, using it to pull me up closer.
“How’re those ribs feeling?” he murmured.
“Who cares?” I shot back, hands grabbing each side of his neck, and drawing him closer until my lips could seal over his.
The contact was an electric shock from our lips, down my spine, then settling deep in my core.
My hips shifted up against him, a restless movement, trying to get a break from the ache that was growing between my thighs.
Silvano’s fingers flexed on my ass as I felt his cock start to harden against me.
