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The tip of her tongue teased over my cock, making my whole fucking body jerk at the unexpected contact.
She ran it around the head, down the shaft, and up again, cleaning me up, tasting me, before lifting her head, resting it against my stomach as we both waited for some sort of order to return to our bodies.
My hand went to the back of her neck, holding her against me, not quite ready for the moment to end, for everything else to come rushing back.
In the end, it was my phone that forced us apart.
It started to ring, went to voicemail, then started up again.
“You have to get that,” she said, voice soft, a little mournful, but she moved away before I could get a look at her face.
She reached for the blanket at the bottom of the bed, pulling it over herself, then moved out of the bedroom, making me sigh hard as my fucking phone started up again, making it impossible to follow her, to see if she was alright.
“What?” I barked into the phone, more frustrated than I’d been in a long time.
There was a short pause before Milo’s voice filled my ear. “The fuck’s your problem?”
A sigh escaped me as I turned, sinking onto my ass on the foot of the bed.
“What is it, Milo? I’m not in the mood for bullshit today.”
There was another pause at that, and it struck me how unlike me it was me to snap at someone in the family for a couple of phone calls.
I guess because, in the past, they’d never actually been interrupting anything.
“Luca wants to see us,” he said. “At the docks in half an hour. But you might want to leave the fucking attitude at home. This is your shitstorm we’re still cleaning up,” he added.
Milo was nothing if not a straight fucking shooter. Never afraid to say whatever was on his mind. Even to the boss himself. Saying shit like ‘this meeting could have been a fucking email.”
That mouth of his would have gotten his face bashed in a couple dozen times growing up if the other kids in school didn’t know he had brothers in the grades above him who wouldn’t tolerate that shit.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I know,” I added, my gaze sliding to the open bedroom door. But Claire was long gone. “I’ll be there.”
“You’re saying that like it’s even a fucking option not to be,” he said, snorting at me before ending the call.
I was half-tempted to give that little shit one of the beatings he’d missed out on in school. It would be character building for him.
But, objectively, I just knew the tension in me had nothing to do with him.
It was about Claire.
And everything I was starting to want with her.
Without knowing exactly how to broach it without making her feel trapped, or like she owed me something in return for a roof over her and her son’s head.
“Fuck,” I hissed, climbing off the bed, and going to wash up and change before making my way downstairs.
I didn’t want to bother Claire, so I’d jotted a quick note on the island, saying I had a meeting, and I hoped to be back to cook dinner, but I would text her if I was going to be late.
Then I set the alarm.
And made my way to the docks.
Totally oblivious to what was about to go down.
CHAPTER NINE
Claire
