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“You think I taste like pastries?” I brush over his hard chest.
“Edible and delicious.” He beams with a wink and plants a kiss on the bridge of my nose. “That’s what you in the morning smells like and tastes like. The only thing better than that is the taste of you on my lips when you come. Come here, I made you a good breakfast.”
He slips a powerful arm around me and ushers me to the breakfast table where I see a feast of fattening treats waiting for me.
It’s all my favorite things. He went out and got them. There are croissants,pain au chocolatand macaroons on a large platter. Next to that is a cooked feast of bacon, scrambled eggs and French toast.
“Wow, thank you. You made all this?” I look him over as he grabs a plate and starts serving up a bit of everything.
“I did. Impressed?”
“Very.” As soon as I answer he sits down and pulls me into his lap.
Taking a fork he spears a piece of bacon and feeds it to me. I take it and instantly become aware of how hungry I am. I had breakfast yesterday and a banana for lunch. I knew Grandma was going to make me dinner so I purposely didn’t have more than that. Only I never had that dinner she made me.
As soon as the memory hits it brings back the other stuff.
Salvatore smiles at me, like he knows.
“You need to eat,” he says. “I need you to eat before we talk.”
“Talk,” I state in a meek and lowly voice. There’s a hollow inside me that I can’t shake. God, as if I’m not screwed up enough, this had to happen.
“Talk. Have a few more bites of this then we talk.” He nods and I allow him to feed me with a few forkfuls of the egg. I take a piece of toast and give it to him and as he takes it and smiles it’s like the best thing ever. Watching him. He really feels like mine.
“You know if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to eat you for breakfast.” He smirks.
“I wouldn’t say no.”
“I want your mind and body with me when I’m with you. It’s not the same if you can’t feel me in your mind, baby. I’m a greedy bastard. When you’re with me I just want you to be thinking about me inside you.”
I don’t know anyone who can be sexy all the time, even when he’s not trying. When he tries it has this irresistible effect that’s paralyzing.
“Okay.”
“So… now we talk. Maria Cipriani, Babygirl… you know I’d do anything for you right?” he begins and I smile.
I smile and nod. “Yes. I do know that.”
“Good. So I looked at the picture of your mom and I agree something feels off but I’m not sure what to make of it. You found a suicide note that tends to suggest that you’re right about … well, I don’t like saying it, but it suggested that she did take her life.”
A tear runs down my cheek and I wipe it away with the heel of my hand. “You think so?”
“I… do. You found the note and while the other stuff is suspicious as fuck I don’t know if we can go on assumptions. We can’t just assume.”
I run my finger over his beard. “Okay… Salvatore, I think that something caused her to do it. She mentioned files. I want to… find William. I’d like to maybe see him. It would just give me some closure.”
He takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Baby, William was the State’s Attorney. From experience, when dealing with men like him you don’t get that info just like that. It sounds like something shady as shit happened. But…” he holds my gaze.
“But what?”
“I’ll look into it just… not right now. There’s some stuff going on that affects us all.”
The minute he says that a chill races down my spine. “What’s happening?”
He blows out a ragged breath. “The man who killed Frankie is back on the scene and we’re going to have to be a bit more careful.”
Jesus…
