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“Don’t be angry. I’m jealous because I’m the only one who should ever see you in hardly any clothing. Not some total stranger.” He kissed her cheek.
“I’m not used to having anyone be possessive over me. I’ve always done pretty much what I wanted to do.”
He sighed. “I can’t apologize for wanting you for myself and I won’t. You mean something to me, Sylvia.”
“I like you being possessive. It’s nice.” She nibbled his earlobe, and whispered, “You mean something to me as well.”
Her whispered words against his ear caused his dick to stir in his jeans. That was all it took and he was ready to go. She made him feel like a randy teenager.
She wiggled, obviously feeling the growing hardness beneath her ass.
“Stop that. Both Dante and Emelia are inside so there will be no funny business.” He slapped a kiss to her lips and grinned.
“Eric,” she stroked along his jaw, a serious expression on her features, “when we get home, will we be spending time together like this, or will you want your space back? I don’t want to ruin the last couple of days here, but I need to know. I don’t like the unsettled feeling that is rattling around in my belly.”
He knew without a doubt what he wanted, so he took it by the horns and told her, “I want us to be together when either one of us isn’t working. I want to hold you in my arms every night when I close my eyes and I want you to be there when I wake up in the morning.” He softly smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Does that answer your questions?”
She nodded, tears on her lashes.
“Is that what you want?” He swiped one tear away with his thumb when it ran down her cheek.
“Yes. I’ll need to work it out with Talya because I don’t want to leave her alone, but I’d love to be with you like that…Wait.” she sat up straighter in his arms. “You said ‘either one of us working’, you have a job? I thought you weren’t sure what you wanted to do. I didn’t know you’d accepted something.”
He hadn’t realized he was going to accept anything until their conversation had started. “Sebastian has offered me work as part of the security team in the McKenzie building. It’s only going to be temporary because I don’t see myself doing that for the rest of my life. But it would mean us going to and from work together.” He smiled. “Do you think you could handle that, and seeing me everyday during working hours?” His question was asked with a smile, but he felt a nervous flutter in hi
s belly. He’d never put his heart on the line before, and he realized he was doing that now.
Sylvia cupped his face with her hands and grinned, her whole face alight with happiness. “I’d love nothing more than to spend more time with you, and it will be amazing working in the same building.” She kissed his cold lips, but they soon warmed up under her warm, wet mouth.
“I think you might need to come to confession, brother,” Dante laughed.
They pulled apart and, after a quick kiss to her lips, Eric met his brother’s gaze. “Not sure we both have a month free,” he teased.
Sylvia chuckled, which caused his grin to widen.
“Don’t encourage him,” Dante smiled, and joined them at the table.
“He doesn’t need any encouragement. He’s wicked enough on his own.”
“I’m a priest, I don’t need to know how wicked my brother is.”
Eric lightly punched his brother on the shoulder. “Get over yourself.”
“Brothers,” Sylvia commented.
“You should see them when the others are around as well,” Emelia commented as she slipped outside behind Dante. “I’m so outnumbered.”
Sitting down, Emelia glanced at Dante who stared at her; at least he thought his brother stared at her. He couldn’t tell since Dante was wearing dark shades to protect against the glare of bright sun on the snow-covered ground.
“You might not be as alone from now on with Caprice and Sylvia around.”
Emelia glared at Dante because it was common knowledge that she disliked Caprice.
While his sister stewed on Dante’s words, Eric squeezed Sylvia’s hand. “Oh, she’ll be around,” he agreed. He wanted to make sure Sylvia knew he had every intention of including her in anything to do with his family.
“Are you asking me something?” she grinned. “I mean, those words don’t really say anything.”
Ignoring Dante as he muffled a chuckle, Eric held Sylvia’s gaze. “Thanksgiving dinner. We’re all going to be at our father’s house in Montana. You think you can handle the De La Fuente boys?” he smirked, knowing from the mischievous look on Sylvia’s face that she had something to say.
