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“Oh. I think she had fun. Definitely seemed like she was in her element. Still lots of work to do, but I’m sure Ms. Wilson can manage.”
“Good. Did you notice anything suspicious? Any tails?”
“No, signore. I had the auxiliary team sweep through the area before her arrival. It’s been very quiet.”
That’s what I was worried about.
No news is supposed to be good news, but ever since the takeover, I’ve been dealing with a strange feeling brewing in the pit of my stomach.
It was easy throwing Lorenzo under the bus.
Tooeasy.
I fully expected resistance, maybe a few border skirmishes here or there. Apart from needing to adjust to my new position of authority, it’s been relatively smooth sailing. No one has questioned my command or my motives. Even the higher-ups I now report to have basically been radio silent.
There hasn’t even been an inkling of news from the Russians or the Irish trying to weasel their way into the area.
While uneventfulness is something I wish to strive for, this is a level of peace that makes me uncomfortable. It means trouble is percolating just beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to strike. At least, that’s what the nagging voice in the back of my head tells me. I need to be prepared, on my toes. I’m waiting for the hammer to fall, but I don’t know when or how hard it will happen. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I’d much rather be paranoid than dead.
I nod. “Well done today. You’re dismissed.”
“Thank you, signore.”
The apartment is completely still. None of the lights are on. I don’t even hear the rhythmic beat of Arin’s sewing machine coming from her room, which tells me she’s probably asleep. I’m tempted to give both my daughter and my woman a kiss good night, but I’m tired as hell and I wouldn’t want to disturb their beauty rest. Instead, I kick off my shoes at the door, loosen my tie, and head straight for my bedroom.
The moment I lay eyes on her, all the blood rushes from my head to my cock.
I’m suddenlyveryawake.
Unfortunately, Arin isn’t.
She looks like a present wrapped in what I can only describe as ribbon around the curve of her breasts and between her thighs. Her long hair pools around her head like a halo, her chest rising and falling slowly as she sleeps.
I shrug off my jacket and shirt before climbing into bed with her, my hands on either side of her hips as I hold myself just above. She smells divine, like vanilla and coconut, the silky softness of her skin beneath my fingers utterly satisfying.
I drink in the sight of her, fighting the urge to part her thighs and fuck her awake. I know she wouldn’t have any qualms about it. She’s inmybed after all, presenting herself as the gift that she is. Why else would she be here if not to be fucked by her man?
But I like the way she looks when she sleeps. So beautiful and radiant and at ease, surrounded on all sides by my blankets like she’s made herself a little nest. I want her to be like this always, protected and safe and warm.
My cock throbs, straining against the confines of my pants. I really need to relieve some of the pressure, but I’m even more desperate to taste her on my tongue. I press light kisses to her cheeks, moving as carefully as possible to place myself between her legs. Making quick work of my belt and zipper, I pull myself free with a sigh.
“The things you do to me,” I mumble against her lips. “It isn’t fair at all.”
Arin stirs, her eyes cracking open a sliver. “Dom?”
“Go back to sleep, dolcezza. I just need to take the edge off.”
She reaches down between our bodies, grazing her fingers over the length of my cock. “Let me help you,” she mumbles. “Do you like what you see?”
“Very much,” I admit as she strokes me slowly. “So fucking much.”
“What took you so long?”
“I’m a stupid, stupid man.”
Arin pouts her lips, slowly rolling over onto her stomach.
There’s no back to her little ensemble. I have a perfect view of her nude flesh and peachy ass. A growl rushes from my lungs as I settle my cock between her cheeks, grinding against her with a huff.
