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Fuck.

“Right there,” Lucia mumbled.

That fear he might pull away when she hit the plateau was pointless, it seemed. The second that orgasm started to rush through her body—it came on fast and hard—he stayed right there. Never letting up his pace, or how hard his fingers curled against her G-spot with every thrust. His tongue came a beat faster, and then he was sucking on her clit when she let out a shout of his name.

She’d never came harder.

Never appreciated an orgasm more.

And she wanted another the second it was gone.

Renzo kissed a path up her stomach, and only slowed when his wet lips pressed against hers. There was something dangerous and addicting about tasting her own sex on his mouth. Like she could suck the taste of her right off the tip of his tongue, and still wouldn’t be able to get enough.

Did she taste better on him, or right from the source?

“My turn,” he grunted against her lips.

In a breath, he had her lifted onto the counter, and her thighs spread open wide enough to make her muscles ache. She already had her fingers wrapped around the length of his erection. He couldn’t even be bothered to wait long enough to push his boxer-briefs down a little bit more before he was letting her guide him to her pussy.

Fuck, she was wet.

So wet, he just glided right in. The clenching of her inner muscles had him tensing, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even give her a chance to breathe or adjust to his size before he was shoving her back against the vanity mirror, his hand found her jaw, and he was pounding into her. She felt the cheap counter and thin vanity mirror shudder from the impact, but it was all secondary to the way his cock felt driving into her over and over.

“Fucking watch,” he demanded.

It was the tug of his hand against her jaw that made her look down. Jesus. It was a beautiful sight, she thought. The length of his cock splitting her open, and slipping out of her soaked in her juices. The way his heartbeat showed in the length of his cock, and the tension pulling every single one of his muscles taut as he slowed just enough to give her a better show while he fucked her.

“Wanna do it again?” he asked.

Lucia’s gaze jumped up to meet his, and she dragged in a ragged breath. Her voice felt oh, so faint as she asked, “Do what again?”

“Edge you, baby.” Renzo grinned. “Only this time, I’ll be fucking you. See how long I can take it.”

Lucia laughed, breathless and high. “Fuck yeah.”

• • •

“Do you think maybe Tuck changed his mind?” Lucia asked as a knock echoed on the hotel door.

Renzo gave a bitter chuckle as he headed for the door to answer it. “Not likely. Something else has caught his attention for the moment, that’s all. Or he’s just being an ass and making me wait because he thinks it’s funny.”

Yeah, well … Lucia was liking Tucker less and less. The more Renzo told her about the guy, the less she liked about him when it came right down to it. She didn’t tell Renzo that because she didn’t want him to having yet another thing to worry about, but she was thinking it. That was enough for her.

Before she could ask something else, Renzo pulled open the door to reveal the pizza delivery man waiting on the other side with a bright red bag in his hands. It was just their luck that at the same time Renzo was pulling out money to pay the guy, the phone on the table started to ring.

Renzo’s phone.

“Shit, maybe that’s Tuck,” Renzo said over his shoulder, offering nothing else because the delivery man was still standing right there. Diego, on the other hand, was practically trying to climb up his brother’s back because the pizza was here, and he’d been asking about it all morning leading into the afternoon. They’d finally broken down and agreed to order him one—clearly. “Answer it, Lucia. Just tell him I’ll be a second.”

Lucia plucked up the phone, and without even checking the caller ID as she didn’t know Tuck’s number, picked up the call, saying, “Hello?”

For a second, silence answered Lucia back on the other end of the call. It only lasted long enough for her to hear someone let out a heavy breath. An exhale that echoed with relief. Lucia blinked, and glanced over in Renzo’s direction, but he wasn’t paying her any mind. He was too busy handing over the cash for the pizza, and trying to keep a very active Diego out of the way while he did it.

“Just a second, now,” he said to his brother. “The pizza’s gonna taste the same in two minutes, Diego, damn.”

Lucia went back to the call, but there was still a silence on the other end. She pulled the phone away to look at the screen just to check and see if someone had hung up on her, but no. The call was still connected. The stranger part? The caller ID showed Rose Zulla. Renzo had put his sister’s contact in the night before to make it easier on himself when he called.

But he had not given his sister the private number attached to the burner phone. She was not supposed to be calling him back. He was only supposed to call her.