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Exposing Rose isn’t my thing. I’m too possessive. I don’t want others to look. I’ll murder them if they touch. But having Rose think I exposed her to Manhattan, now that…fuck, that's hot in every way.
Maybe I should tell her the windows are like one-way mirrors to offer ultimate privacy. We can see out, but no one can see in. Maybe I’ll keep it to myself.
Sex and Rose is simple in its complexity. It’s the good vulnerable, a way to tell her I love her without always saying the words. She knows I love her. It’s enough.
My phone buzzes, and I hit answer. Tony’s face appears.
He doesn’t look worried or upset, just Tony, like he’ll shoot you as soon as smile. I almost ask how he does it with Mia, how he can be a stone-cold killer and love her without fear, but I don’t. It isn’t my business, and it’s a little close to admitting something if I do.
Besides, he’s my right-hand man, not me, and Mia’s my housekeeper, not Rose. It’s different.
He’s not a bastard like me.
“Anything?”
“Terrance Field is fifty-eight, Harvard educated, lawyer-turned-businessman, and as far as I can tell, nothing official to do with Derek or your uncle. Or even…” He leaves the screen a moment, and there’s some tapping. He reappears with a laptop that he holds up. “Vitale. He’s got ties to various aboveboard operations, run by independent Russians, Italians, and some Irish. If he has anything with mafia groups, it’s hidden.”
“Lawyer, so yeah, I’m gonna say it’s fucking hidden. He wants to meet. Spoke to Rose, too.”
Tony taps on the computer. “Airdropping you this info. All of it.” The phone pings. “I’ll dig into the rest of the names that were there. Garcia relayed some talk among the protection, so…”
I open the file. “Maybe something, maybe nothing.”
When I hang up, I go through it all. Everything shifts in my head; the businessman, a lawyer. I remember my uncle dealing with someone like that years ago. Then again, he dealt with a lot of people. Plus, the fact those questions last night revolved around Derek, not to mention this Terrance, whose name was left in my pocket, and the man who said he’d be in touch with Rose…it all niggles.
There are half memories that tease at the fucking edges, tied to the past. What did an associate tell me before we came here? Sometimes all it takes to make a strike is a perceived distraction.
I didn’t think much of it.
Until now.
Rose is a hell of a distraction in a wedding dress.
I didn’t think much of it because I’ve seen it before. I just never imagined myself as the distracted fool.
I think I’ll lean into it, see what comes crawling out.
* * *
Rose is still sleeping an hour later when I go to get dressed for the day. White shirt, dark gold tie, slate three-piece suit. White gold rings, the A. Lange & Sohne watch, the white gold cufflinks with amber roses. And…
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
My breath stutters as I stare down at her. I know she is, but I keep getting caught unaware somehow, like there’s an unexpected new piece revealed each time. Today, it’s the way she has my pillow in her grasp, a small smile gracing her face.
Taking off my shirt, I move to kiss my way down along her soft, warm skin. I suckle a nipple, nibbling, earning a moan and sleepy fingers grazing my cheek.
I make my way down and push her thighs apart, exposing her cunt. She’s so soft and pink there, the petals of her lips glistening. I fucked her again this morning, and in the early hours, making her ride me slow, making her climb on my face to eat her to orgasm and then back down to ride my cock again.
It wasn’t particularly kinky, or my scene, but with Rose, it works. Clicks.
Right now, I need a taste of her.
I lick and suck her, pushing my tongue up into her tight wetness, and her moan is louder, my name a sigh, as her thighs start to tremble.
I lick up to her clit and focus on that, just a slow, relentless build until she comes hard, the throbbing pulse of her orgasm in my mouth as I suck her clit past the point of pleasure and the bucking up of her hips becomes an attempt at retreat. I don’t stop, though, not until she comes, violently, once more, this time gushing all over me.
That’s when I get up, gather my things, and shower.
