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“Don’t go getting any ideas.” She tosses her head. “But now that we’re on the subject, are you in that much of a hurry to join the others out there?” She doesn’t need to tell me what she means.
I don’t even care very much that she’s so casually throwing my own family in my face. She cares. She can huff and puff all she wants, but that doesn’t change the fact that she cares what happens.Get a hold of yourself. My father’s voice is somehow more distant than it sounded not long ago. Still there, but fainter all the time, like someone turned down the volume.
“You gotta be careful,” I warn in a soft voice, reaching out to trace the line of her jaw with one finger. Even that soft, slight touch sends an electric pulse down my arm.
Her gaze softens. “Of what?”
“Keep this up much longer, and I’ll start to think you like me.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“Would it make you feel any better to know I was thinking along the exact same lines?”
I know better than to think she’ll buy it right away. Her slowly arching eyebrow pairs with the sarcastic twist of her mouth. “Yeah? You don’t say.”
“Does this mean you don’t believe me?” I crook a finger, beckoning her to follow me to the desk. “When you so rudely interrupted me, I happened to be reviewing what you might call a peace treaty between our family and the Bernardis. I’m even offering to broker an introduction to a handful of contacts in Central America I was looking forward to building a working relationship with. Let him have them if it means getting the fuck off my back. It’s still cheaper to lose a potential business partner than it is to lose everything in a war. But all of this comes with his sworn vow to back the hell off from here on out—otherwise, the terms are null and void.”
“You’re seriously trying to convince him of this?”
“I haven’t tried yet,” I point out. “But I plan to. I’m ironing out the final details now. But somebody thought it was more important to barge in and order me around.”
She doesn’t apologize. Instead, she folds her arms again, looking me up and down. “And what gave you this idea? Why do you want peace all of a sudden? I thought you were all gung-ho about blowing some brains out and burning everything down.”
If there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s asking loaded questions. Rather than spill my guts and only embarrass myself, I hook my fingers around the belt loops of her jeans and pull her in. “I have a better question for you. Did you have any suggestions for what I should do to convince him to call all this shit off?”
“Don’t do that.” She tries to wriggle free but I hold on tight. It makes her grit her teeth at me. “I’m not a child.”
“I never said you were. I’m genuinely interested in what you thought I should do.”
“Fine. If you must know.” She lifts a shoulder, rolling her eyes. “I thought maybe you could go to him and say you know where to find this guy of his. And if he doesn’t want him dead, you’ll come to an understanding.”
“But I don’t know where he is.”
“Gee, no kidding.” She gives me a little shove, almost playful but just hard enough that I know she’s irked. “It’s called a bluff.”
“You know so much about crime family diplomacy.”
“Shut up.” Again she shoves me, but this time I pull her in and press a hand against her lower back, holding her in place.
“You don’t owe my family anything.”
“I know that.”
“But it seems like you honestly care. What I’m trying to say is, that means a lot. Thank you for that.”
She gasps, touching the back of her hand to her forehead. “What’s this? Luca Bruno is thankful to me for something?”
“Enough,” I growl, pressing her to me, backing her up against the desk. “I don’t want your sarcasm.”
She purses her lips, eyelids lowering, her body melting against mine. “What do you want, Mr. Bruno?”
Damn me for a weak fool, but the way she says it makes it impossible to resist my craving a minute more. That’s what she’s become. A craving. Something I could live without if I forced myself into it but all things considered, I’d rather not. Because life is more interesting with her in it.
Like this very minute, when I grind against her while taking the back of her head in my hand. She doesn’t flinch this time. I don’t know if pride is what I should feel but it’s what rushes through me as I take control of that smart mouth of hers.
She leans into the kiss, moaning when my tongue sweeps over hers. That’s all it takes to get her moaning, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my thighs. We’ve been here before, in this room, on this desk.
This time, I’m not going to be interrupted before I get what I want. And what I want is her tight, hot cunt wrapped around my cock. I want to hear my name tumbling from those plump lips while I fuck her until she forgets everything but me. Everything but us.
