Magnum climbs down and licks my pussy clean. I’m so overstimulated that it’s almost too much, but it’s also highly enjoyable. He grabs his boxer briefs and pulls them on before stretching out next to me on the edge of the bed.
I scoot closer, plastering my face to his chest.
My head spins.
Moretti and I are going to have it out come morning. I can feel it, and my anxiety is high.
“Do we have a plan?” I ask, running my fingers over the tattoos on Magnum’s chest.
“Charlotte and Patrick helped me get in. I posed as part of Patrick’s security team. They said they’d come back tomorrow to help me get back out?—”
“You’re going to leave?” I ask, pushing up enough that I can study his face.
“Yeah. I mean, I can’t stay here. I hoped you would come with me,” he says, pulling me back down to his chest. “I should have spent tonight scouting the house to find out its security weaknesses.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let Moretti hurt you.”
He chuckles. “I’m not sure you could stop him if he tried, but I knew what I was getting myself into when I came onto the property.”
“He says I need full-time security, and right now, only Hawk has been tasked with the job. If I can get Moretti to agree, would you stay with me?”
Magnum’s hand tightens on my ass, and he sighs. “I really wasn’t planning on being trapped in one place.”
My eyes clench shut, and I nod against his skin.
That’s fair, even if it really sucks for me. I can’t expect him to completely change his plans when it might not even be safe for him here.
“I’m guessing there’s a reason you don’t want to leave Boston?” he asks.
“If I leave, I’m sure my family will start shit with Moretti. They might even accuse him of harming me.” I shrug. “It wouldn’t affect me much. Not unless they came after us, but I wouldn’t want to start a war. Once they fully come to terms with the fact they can’t sell me to Grigoryan, I think I could leave and it would be safe.”
“So you would be open to leaving one day?”
Shit.
It’s a valid question, and I think I did just imply that I would be willing to go, eventually.
I’m not sure what to say.
Despite his faults, Moretti is growing on me.
“Possibly,” I whisper, grimacing. “I don’t know. Things are confusing, and I haven’t been here long enough to know what life would really be like as Moretti’s wife, but I should have told you that before we messed around.”
“Uh, yeah, princess. You should have.” His tone isn’t cruel, but his annoyance is clear. “I don’t know. Being trapped in ahouse with your husband could get complicated. Do I get to snuggle up to your tight little ass every night?”
My insides light up, and I nod before I can stop myself. “Yes, absolutely.”
Damn.
Did I give away how desperate I am for physical affection?
Probably.
I still can’t bring myself to care.
Men don’t like it when women get too clingy, especially after sex. I’m sure I’m supposed to play it cool and pretend like I’m unaffected, but I’m not.
“Does what we did qualify as sex?” I blurt out, and my face heats.
