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“I’m predictable, too,” she whispers. “And when you say no one’s been inside your tub, I tell myself it’s not a new tub and that’s not a caveat. And if there’s really been nobody in the tub, it makes me want to be in the tub with you.” Her voice is sultry, and her hand around me is now pumping slowly.
“Your…foot soldiers deal some really clean H. I found that out. How there’s fewer overdoses, almost like it’s harm reduction. And I liked that. I don’t really know about drugs. Don’t know how to solve that issue, don’t know if there’s a solution. It’s like the Garden of Eden and the apple, and you know…”
Her thumb tweaks my tip, making my balls tauten. “We all know what happens when you know you shouldn’t do something.”
“Do we?” My voice is so hoarse.
“Yes, we do. We both do. People lose control in closets at houses that are not theirs. Or put their jobs at risk. Sometimes…dirty tricks can happen,” she says, turning partway around, so she can work my dick with both of her hands. I reach for her pussy, but the angle makes me just able to stroke her soft thigh.
“It’s like cat and mouse, with cameras and tracking devices. And you know you shouldn’t look because it’s pointless, but it doesn’t feel pointless.” She scoots closer, guiding my hand so I can press a finger into her. “It feels so good…” She shivers right there, her grip on me tightening…and then she’s reaching down so she can cradle my balls in her palm.
“I think they’re bigger in the warm water,” she says with a tired smile. “Is that true? Are they bigger?”
She tugs, and I can’t help groaning. “You remember how I always loved this part of you? One of my favorites.”
“I don’t think you said that,” I rasp.
“I believe I said it with my mouth.”
I’m gonna come if she keeps talking like this. If she keeps tracing the veins in my shaft with her deft, gentle fingertips. I ease another finger into her, and she crawls into my arms, the angle again forcing my fingers out of her, but then her knee is in between my legs and she’s setting us up so we can rub ourselves together while she kisses my throat.
“You’re so perfect,” she whispers, kissing my neck beneath my ear until my body quivers. “I think you should quit the mob and run away with me.”
I trail my fingers down her back as she strokes my dick, kisses my jaw. “After I’m done being D.A., we can move abroad. No one will ever know.”
I catch her jaw with my hand, bring her mouth to mine, and kiss her softly. We go at each other till she’s shivering, until I feel my heartbeat in my cock, until she’s straddling my lap, rubbing her ass over my dick, and we’re hugging.
“I’m tired,” she whispers, “but I want to be with you while I can.”
“Be with me in my room. Let me carry you to bed and make you come, and then you’ll sleep.”
“Will you sleep with me…please?” she asks, the words like silk.
“If you want. Of course.”
She feels near limp as she hugs me, lays her cheek under my throat. “I’m sorry I’m causing…upheaval for you.”
I kiss her head. “You’re not. Well, just a little, but I want it.”
“I love you.”
“I regret that.”
“Let’s go to your bed, so I can show you all the reasons you shouldn’t. And you can show me that you love me, too.”
I do as she asks, getting out first then wrapping her in a warm towel, carrying her to my bed.
By the time I have her tucked in, her eyes look sleepy, and she’s shivering again. I wrap her up and lie beside her, holding her close.
“You’re so warm,” I murmur, kissing her forehead.
“I’m sorry.”
“Come here…” I hold her against me. “Go to sleep if you can. I’ve got a surprise when you wake up.”* * *EliseHis lips brushing my cheek…his hand on my forehead. When I open my eyes to look up at him, I find Luca frowning.
“Have you been going to work this week, rosa?”
“Some.” I swallow, trying to wake up more. “We’re busy.”
He kisses my forehead.
“How long did I sleep?”
“About two hours.”
“Wow, two hours.” My voice sounds hoarse.
“Seems like you needed it.”
I hug him. “I need you.”
We have fever sex—it’s me who’s sick, but it’s Luca who comes undone, and then falls asleep in my arms. When he wakes, he strokes my hair and smiles and gets off the bed, pulling on a pair of boxer-briefs. “Hang on,” he rumbles. “I’ve got something to show you.”
A few minutes later, he walks in, grinning, cuddling a little brown dachshund.
“Oh my goodness! A hot dog doggie… Hiiii, sweet baby.” I laugh, gaping at Luca. “You did it! You got a puppy!”
