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His response is cut short as I press the tip of the needle through his skin. He grimaces as he repeatedly takes deep breaths to comfort himself, but otherwise he takes it surprisingly better than some of the men I’ve jabbed a needle into. Finishing up, I rummage through the first aid kit looking for scissors to cut excess thread. Unable to find them, I opt to bite it with my teeth. My lips dust against his skin as I pull the thread into my mouth, and he exhales a sputtered deep breath.
“Well, that sure didn’t take long,” Gabriella snickers from the doorway as my teeth bite through the thread. Quickly pushing back from Richard, I clammer from the bed,cross the room, and nudge her into the hallway as she loudly whispers, “Since when do you do stitches withoutPapàforcing you?”
“He needed them and we both know he couldn’t go to the hospital with thepoliziagetting involved.”
“You like him.” She smiles wide, biting her lip, entirely too excited about all of this.
Shaking my head, I snarl, “I do not.”
“Sure. That’s why he’s not dead yet. Enjoysleeping”—she emphasizes with air quotes—“with your new American husband.”
Rolling my eyes as I leave her in the hall, I return to find Richard cleaning up the first aid supplies. The click of the closing door draws his attention.
“It’s late.” My tone is hoarse as I cross the room and begin pulling back the sheets on the bed. “We’ll stay here tonight.”
Undoing the zipper, I slip from my dress so that it isn’t wrinkled in the morning, leaving me standing before Richard in a matching lacy panty set. I feel his eyes on me as I fold it and lay it over the back of a chair beside the bed. Turning around, I find he has already removed his pants and is sliding under the covers in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.
“Hands to yourself,” I growl as I slide into the bed beside him. “If I have to go to sleep sans orgasm, youdefinitelyaren’t getting a cheap feel.”
Clicking off the light his voice is soft and slightly pained when he says, “You do know that I didn’t ask for this either, right?”
I’m sorry.
I can’t bring myself to say the words, even though if it weren’t for me the entire Bernardi family wouldn’t be after him.
RICHARD
Iwake up to a soft body wrapped in mine. I open one eye to see it’s Cat’s cheek on my chest, legs tangled and…Fuck. Morning wood.Her hand firmly grasped around my cock, I’m afraid to wake her. With my luck, she’ll rip it clear off my body.
Cat lets out a contented sigh, snuggling closer. Mumbling something in Italian, she strokes my cock through my boxer briefs. I stifle a groan, but not well enough. It wakes her enough that she stills in my arms, likely figuring out that she’s cuddling with me. She doesn’t strike me as a cuddler; she’d probably be less shocked to wake up mid-fuck.
The worst possible thought to have when her hand is on my dick and imagining her straddling me only makes me harder.
“Maybe keep your hands to yourself,” I jest. Though, it’s stupid considering my current predicament.
Cat leaps out of bed and announces, “I’m going to go take a shower.” Without another word, she slips on a silk robe and rushes off to the bathroom.
As soon as I hear the water come on, I reach for my phone and text Stephan.
You up?
Not like that.
Stephan
Yeah.
How was your flight?
Shit.
But I met someone.
Italy: come for the pasta, stay for the pussy
Fuck off, I think they are some kind of mafia family.
Is she hot?
