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“You’re not forcing anything. And no one who really knows you would ever think that, Santo.”
Well, does anyone really know me except for this woman I stole? Anyone at all?
She has far too much faith in me. Far too much trust, but sheseesme. I can’t deny it.
“Enough chat.” I gather up a fistful of soft hair, guiding her head back to my cock. “Put that pretty mouth to good use.”
Erin’s delighted laugh blurs into a moan, and then she’s slurping. Bobbing.Sucking.
I need her. Australia is too fucking far away, and I’d need to keep her with me even if we never did anything likethis.Even if all I had from her was an occasional conversation; a smile on a rough day. Doesn’t she realize that no one else is like her? That no one else helps me relax? Doesn’t she understand?
Heat crawls up my chest, and my pulse is deafening in my ears.
So fucking good.
“Going to keep you, Erin.” She moans and sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, but this isn’t part of the game. I mean every damn word. “Fuck that plane ticket. Do you hear me? You’remine.”
Her eyelids flutter, and I grit my teeth. It takes every ounce of my self control not to thrust into her throat, but I hold back. Just.
And the heat of her mouth; the lash of her tongue; the vibration of her moans tingling through my balls—it builds and builds until I forget to breathe and I’m tugging on her hair, giving a last-ditch warning.
She pulls off just in time, flopping back on the mattress with a pleased sigh.
I come on her chest, splattering the sequin reindeer.
“Hey!” She peers down at herself, blinking at the mess I’ve made of her Christmas sweater. For a moment, we stare at each other in silence, both breathing hard.
Then Erin buries her face in her hands and howls with laughter, and I’m already crawling down her body, lip curled back from my teeth, yanking at the button on her jeans.
“Your turn,” I snarl, half embarrassed and so turned on, and she grabs my hair and twists, still giggling.
Jesus Christ. Her thighs drape over my shoulders and I settle in.
We’re going to bring down the mansion.
Seven
Santo
The next morning, I lean back in my desk chair and watch the headlines with a smirk. My jaw aches from bringing Erin off until she wept with exhaustion yesterday, but that’s not the only reason this is a good day.
It’s Christmas Eve.
It’s snowing outside.
And Governor Edwards’ life is ruined.
The media are having a feeding frenzy, showing the story of his downfall on a loop. His son’s arrest for embezzlement, with the grainy footage of a shocked man in his thirties being pushed into a police car; the Governor’s sudden bankruptcy, with shots of priceless (yet tasteless) artwork carried from his home; and best of all, his confirmed links with known criminals.
The image of our fake holiday card hovers on the screen, two reporters debating its implications. Did Santo De Rossi rig the election? Who else has the big, bad kingpin bought? Do the politicians need to clean house? Etc, etc.
Delicious.
“Causing chaos?” Allegra elbows her way into my study with a vicious grin, a bowl of granola held two inches below her chin. She strolls to the desk, then watches my laptop screen for a few moments. “Idiots,” my baby sister declares.
Everyone says we look similar. Well, those who are brave enough to comment on our appearance do, anyway. Allegra and I have the same haughty chin, the same sharp features and dark hair. The same shadows under our eyes.
Though since she and Raul got together, she seems less exhausted all the time.Happy.It’s the only reason he’s kept all his limbs.
