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“First tell me what cara means.”
I had to laugh at that. “It means dear in Italian. I’m sorry. Some habits die hard.”
“No, it’s okay. I like it. And I think I’d also like for you to kiss me.”
Without waiting for me, she leaned forward until her lips met mine. Her kiss was as sweet as I knew it would be—soft and delicious, but confident and sexy as hell. No wonder the other guys all liked her.
I felt a twitch in my pants, the old boy waking right up, but this was not the time to pursue an amorous activity with this woman, regardless of the fact that we were right in the middle of a sex party. No, I wanted to be part of her new life, not some regret she left in the past with her ex.
“Darling, you know we are going to be seeing each other, yes?” I believed in getting right to the point.
“Well, Chase and Sumner mentioned they wanted to date me too, but that you all had some sort of sharing arrangement.” She smiled and shook her beautiful head in disbelief, her black ponytail swishing around her puzzled face.
“I know. It’s hard to understand at first. But while we guys are all different, we have often found ourselves falling for the same woman.”
I probably shouldn’t have said falling.
“Well,” she said.
“Don’t worry, cara. You will get used to the idea, and if it does not work for you, that is okay, too. We will always be your friends, and hopefully, your business partners. We want nothing but the best for you.”
“Thank you, Gio. Thank you for being patient with me, and for listening to my story.”
“My darling, you are more than welcome.”
If all went according to my desires, I’d be hearing many more stories from my lovely Avril.
Chapter 15
AVRIL
An arms dealer. Holy shit.
That was a first. I’d never known an arms dealer, nor anyone related to one. Not that I was aware of, anyway.
Now, I was kissing the son of one. Gio Rosselli, Italian stallion, tall with jet black hair and slightly crooked nose, whose English was peppered with just enough Italian to make a girl wet between her legs.
Oh my god. Did I just think that?
I never used to have a trashy mouth—until recently.
Also, until recently, I’d never kissed four different men who were friends and business partners. I hadn’t been to a sex party, either—much less held one in my gallery.
I don’t think every woman trying to build a new life goes quite to the extremes I was, but sometimes, life dealt you a hand you had to play. And I wanted to play it hard.
But at the moment I was concentrating on Gio’s whisper-soft kiss, which was building momentum. His lips gradually pressed harder on mine, and with such passion, it took my breath away.
My new dress, the one Juan had chosen for me at Barneys, and let me buy with Blu’s fuck-buddy discount, was a hit. I hadn’t been sure about wearing something with a slit from neck to waist, but when I tried it on, I could see that it was really discreet yet bold at the same time—a thrilling contrast. I loved unexpected things, like having a girly office in a rough and tumble downtown loft.
And it turned out the opening in my dress served a purpose beyond just decorative. I guess a guy might call it easy access. Gio’s fingers ran down the middle of the opening, causing my skin to explode in goosebumps. He brushed just the insides of my breasts with his knuckles but went no further.
His other hand reached for mine, pressing it onto his trousers where his growing hard-on throbbed against my palm.
He pulled back, staring firmly into my eyes as he tightened my fingers around the girth of his cock.
Suddenly, he pushed my hand away.
“Lock the door,” he demanded.
