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“No.” Daniello slammed the door behind him as I held out my hand for my keys. He put them in his pocket and began to walk toward the elevator.
“I’m leaving!”
“You are staying.” It was a warning. One I didn’t give a shit about.
“You can’t force me to stay,” I snapped as he made his way into the elevator. He turned on me and gripped me to him as the doors closed. “We have vacation to do.”
“Daniello—” His mouth crushed mine as I pushed at his chest. His tongue prodded in possession until I had no choice but to open for him. His kiss filled me, unlocked something inside me, and his tongue claimed the rest. When he pulled away, he left an inch between us. “I will stay for more vacation.”
“What?” I stared up at him, dazed, his dark eyes trying to convey more than his lips.
“You. Are. Staying.” It was an infuriating order.
I pushed at his chest in vain. “If you want a fight, you’re about to get one.”
His slow smile told me everything before his lips moved. “Then let us fight.”
“No, Taylor.”
“Just try it.”
Daniello lay in bed, gloriously naked and draped in a sheet with fresh nail marks covering his chest, his nose upturned at my offered cracker.
“It looks like a child’s vomit.”
“It’s pimento. Olive-flavored cheese.”
He pushed at my intrusive hand. “I do not want it.”
With his protest and open mouth, I took the opportunity and shoved the cracker in. His eyes widened as I wiped at the spilled cheese over his lips with my fingers. He glared at me with a mouth full as he chewed. Within seconds, his eyes glittered over the tub in my hand.
“Delicious, right?”
Around his bite, he answered enthusiastically, “It is very good.”
“It’s the caviar of the South.” I laughed as he pulled the tub from my hand and devoured it.
Through heavy mouthfuls, he questioned me, a man in love. “How much is this caviar?”
“About six dollars. A little less if you buy the cheap shit.”
Daniello looked at me with wide eyes. “Six dollars? For caviar?” He harrumphed as I kept my laugh inside. After shoving the last cracker in his mouth, he patted his loaded stomach and stretched out with a smile. “Maybe that will be one point for America.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll let the others know.”
With full bellies, we lay in bed “vacationing” and watching the sailboats in the harbor. Charleston was our version of reality TV. We’d spent the last few days playing penthouse. I’d taken a few business calls, and Daniello had disappeared for a few hours to meet Rocco, but other than that, we were inseparable.
The previous night we’d drank a couple bottles of wine while he made me his favorite Italian cookie, Bruttiboni. He said there was only one bakery in Barga that made them “to his liking.” I watched his every move, slowly seduced as he spoke. He was at ease and totally animated while he destroyed the kitchen. Flour clung to his eyelashes, streaked his nose, and covered his T-shirt. I couldn’t help my smile as I realized the most lethal man in Charleston was baking cookies for me.
It was only minutes after the last batch was cooling on the rack that he’d tied me up and slapped my pussy until I begged him for his cock.
The man was anything but boring.
“What are you thinking of now, Phoenix?”
Daniello traced my nipple with his finger before he closed his mouth over it. I sighed out the truth as I gripped his thick hair. “You.”
His lashes fluttered as I opened for him and he nestled between my thighs. He ran his hands through the length of my hair as he looked down at me. “No thoughts of friends?”
