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“Do you have a key to get in?”
He smiles. “They know we’re coming. Don’t worry.”
We pull up to a stunning building that spans several city blocks. I look at Beckett in question. “What’s this?”
“His place.”
It doesn’t look like an apartment building. It looks like…no, it can’t be. I read the sign out front.Quirinal Palace.
“We’re staying at a palace? A freaking palace? Who’s your friend?”
He mumbles, “The president of Italy.”
I blink a few times as I let that register. “Your allegedfriendis the president of the entire country?”
“Yes.”
“And this is his palace? Like an actual palace?”
He laughs. “Yes, but he doesn’t even live here. He only works here.”
“He has a palace with what looks like over a thousand rooms, and he doesn’t bother to live in it?”
“He doesn’t like living in the city.”
I have no more words for this insanity.
Nico carries our bags as the staff welcomes us. They were clearly awaiting our arrival and practically rolled out the red carpet.
I don’t think I’ve uttered a word as I continue to process the fact that I’m sleeping in a fucking palace tonight. Kings and queens have probably slept here.
We’re shown to our room and, well, it’s in keeping with a palace. I’m still not able to form words.
Beckett rubs my back. “Relax. It has a bed and a bathroom like everywhere else.”
I joke, “Where’s the party tonight, The Vatican?”
He scrunches his face. “Will you be upset if I say yes?”
“Beckett, I…”
Before I can finish my thought, he kisses me. I meanreallykisses me. His lips move over mine. His tongue is in my mouth. His taste is quickly becoming my favorite thing in the world.
I thread my fingers through his hair and moan into his mouth. His hands move up the back of my ripped Ramones concert T-shirt. I wonder if anyone has ever worn a Ramones T-shirt in this palace before. I’m guessing not.
He gives my ass one squeeze before finally breaking free, leaving me breathless. “Now that you’re calm, we can move on. I need to get dressed for my meeting.”
“I’m far from calm, Windsor.”
He chuckles. “I like it when you call me by my last name. I feel like you’re about to spank me or something.”
“Is that what you’d like,Windsor?”
He smiles. “I wouldn’t mind giving you a little spanking.”
He slaps my ass before unpacking and changing into a business suit. I shamelessly watch him. Boy, does he wear a suit well.
He catches me ogling him and winks at me. “Like what you see?”
