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My phone rang, snapping me back to reality and I picked up my cell, swiped the screen, and barked, “DeLuca.”
“We lost the trail, boss,” Enzo replied. I could practically hear him grimace.
Furious, I slammed my fist down on the desktop. “What the fuck, Enzo?” I bellowed. “How does that motherfucking scum keep slipping through your fingers?”
“We think he’s after Carly,” he admitted. “Word is, he’s been asking around about her. But, the last source we talked to gave him disinformation. We spoke on the phone and set up a meet. When we got there, he was dead. The fucker stabbed him with a kitchen knife and took off. The trail goes cold there.”
Thinking about Carly and the chemistry I detected between her and Brandon, I was pretty sure where his head was. He wasn’t just going to find her; he was going to claim her. And he needed to be warned if Pat was on their six.
“Keep looking,” I instructed, then hit the disconnect button. Dialing another number, I returned the phone to my ear.
“Nic,” Brandon answered in a gravelly voice. It was full of tension and what I suspected was rage.
“There’s a good chance Pat is hunting your woman.”
“My woman?” Brandon scoffed. “No way is that pain in the ass mine.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” I remarked dryly. “Either way, stay off the grid and keep an ear to the ground. Any idea where she is?”
Brandon grunted in annoyance. “I’ll admit, she’s good. But, I’m better. She’s leading me on a chase right now and the moment she pauses, I’ll take her.”
I snorted in amusement, wondering if he recognized his double entendre.
“Go fuck your woman and get your mind out of the gutter, tuffo merda.”
All amusement fled at his comment. “Best friend or not, you talk about Gianna like that again and you’ll be singing soprano for the rest of your life.”
Brandon snickered and I hung up the phone, tossing it on my desk. The door to my office slammed open, making me rear back in shock. If I’d been standing, the sight before me would have surely made me fall to my knees. Gianna posed at the entrance, her hands above her on the door jam, hips cocked out to the side. Her luscious tits were nearly spilling out of a light pink bra and her pussy barely covered by a matching scrap of fabric.
That was it.
Nothing else.
I was so fucked.
Okay, wrong choice of words.
“Bellissima?” I gulped and discreetly adjusted my rock-hard cock. It was already leaking pre-come as she slowly advanced, her hips swaying, and her tits bouncing.
“The house is empty, Nic,” she said in a sultry voice that sent any remaining blood in my brain rushing straight to my dick. “I’m not taking no for an answer this time. I can’t take it anymore.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied me, daring me to argue, but my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth.
When she reached where I was seated, she flung a shapely leg over me and straddled my lap. She lowered herself, and even through the layers of clothes, I could feel the heat of her pussy on my cock. She leaned in and her chest rubbed mine as she whispered, “My hormones have me aching and desperate for you all the time, more so than ever before.” She moaned, and my erection was ready to burst through my pants to get to her sex. “I need you inside me.”
The thread of control I’d been clinging to snapped and I took over, crashing my mouth down over hers.
TWENTY-THREE
Anna
I finally had Nic exactly where I wanted him—hard and hot, super close, and with his mouth claiming mine. It had been an urgent longing that made me act so out of character, but if I didn’t get him to take me, I was going to go insane. In the time we’d been together, he’d managed to get me addicted to his body. With my pregnancy hormones raging through my system, my needs had only gotten stronger. I’d tried flirting and teasing, seduction and begging. None of it had worked. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and I’d finally resorted to taking what I wanted.
Heat was pouring off Nic’s muscular body as I straddled him, our tongues intertwined as we kissed. I undid the top buttons of his dress shirt, reveling in the feel of his skin under my hands.
“Ride me,” he ordered in a raspy tone.
My hips moved, slowly at first. With my knees wedged on either side of his legs, I levered myself up and down. My pussy slid over his hardness with every swivel of my hips, making my panties impossibly wet.
“It’s been too long. I need you,” I whimpered into his ear.
“I always need you,” he growled. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me down hard against his arousal.
