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She was my best friend. No one knew me the way that Dawn did. Had. When she'd suggested I start exploring my sexuality, I'd thought she was nuts, but in the end, she had been right. Even after I found out the truth, we stayed married, happily. Neither of us were in a rush to change what we had, this wonderful life that we'd built together. But now she was gone. And I was left alone.
"Never say never,” I said. “You don't know what will happen tomorrow. Or tonight."
"There are other things we could do that wouldn't require any talking." York stared at me. "No." "You know, you're really hurting my pride here." I leaned closer to him, sighing dramatically. "Am I really not your type, sexually?" I didn't expect an answer, but when York gave a reply, I was left flabbergasted. He downed another shot of Tequila and just under his breath, barely over the thumping music and noise from the crowd of people, I heard him. "You are."
"It means I like what's mine, to be mine. And when I care, I really fucking care. You like your freedom, right?" When I nodded, he smiled once more, but it was disconnected from his eyes. "If you were mine, I wouldn't give it to you. I don't give a damn. I would want you near me every single day and night. I would consume you. Most people can't handle that."
"Let me see your cock." "What's the magic word?" I asked. Paul climbed on top of me. "Now. Show me that fucking cock."
"If you're going to make fun of me—" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweet cheeks. I never said I was making fun of you. Honestly, I think it's hot that you've touched so few people in your life. You're disciplined, upstanding, successful. But you blush when we talk about your lack of experience. I don't know, you looking like a sex god, but being virtually untouched makes my dick so fucking hard for you, I just want to slide myself in your ass until my balls touch your skin, and fuck you until you cry for me." He licked his lips. "Respectfully."
I turned with both girls and headed toward the living room. If she said something to York, I was going to need to figure out something. They weren't my kids, and intervening probably wasn't the best choice. "Thank you," Navy whispered. Any slight regrets I had about what I just did flew out the window in an instant. I held her hand a little more securely.
"Five, four, three—" "Why are you counting?" Two—" "Paul?" "One." I pulled in opposite directions. The sound of fabric tearing apart filled my apartment. York's shirt popped open and hung off his arms.
"Why are you still dressed?" York glanced down at his pants and then back at me. "Five, four—" "Paul," York growled. He unbuckled his belt, yanking it free and tossing it to the side. Making quick work of his pants, my boss was naked before my eyes while I struggled to remember the number three.
His arm wrapped around my side and he snuggled up against me. Two men who weren't dating, were technically enemies, and worked together, cuddled like they were more.
He was the kind of man that would sacrifice himself for the world when I was the kind that would destroy the world for what was mine.
If I can just have him, I don't need anything else. Not even to be a Vitale again.
"Possible cracked egg." The crying stopped before Benito spoke. "You fucked up?" My hands tightened on the wheel as I pulled out of York's parking garage. "I don't know." "Fuck! This messes everything up." Benito's disappointment hurt just as badly as York's suspicions. Nothing was going right. Where did I fuck up? Maybe when I fell for my boss.
He was there for my kids, holding them as if they were his. Talking to them as if they were the most important people in his life and he had almost lost them. I wanted him at that moment. Wanted to hold and touch and kiss and love him so I could know what it was like to love and be loved again. What am I thinking about? What's wrong with me? I don't have time for this shit right now!
"Shelly?" "Same thing," she muttered. "I'm sorry, Mr. Washington. I thought it was what you wanted." "It's fine," I said.
I don’t trust this b****
"You liked bashing that man's brains in," I said, disgust dripping into my voice. "I watched you smile." "We all have our issues." "Understatement of the goddamn year," I growled.
"Fucking pussies. They won't come at us head-on." Gin picked up a charred brick and threw it. The damn thing hit one of the men in the back of the head and he went down. "Get him the fuck out of here. Who the fuck passes out from a small ass brick?"
I leaned forward until my lips pressed against York's ear. "You're mine. That means I'm going to fill you with every drop of cum so you can feel me in the deepest parts of you. Can't deny me then, can you?"
else but right here with me." Where he was going to stay forever even if I had to destroy everything around him to see the truth. That I was his only option. I was crazy enough to make it true.
York would willingly sacrifice himself for the world, but I'd burn the world down for him.
My brother grunted and headed for his husband. I expected him to punch Harlow, but instead he grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged him in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Harlow didn't look so bloodthirsty. His body was molded to Benito’s. I was pretty certain only someone like Benito could deal with a nut job like Harlow and vice versa.
"Don't say or do anything to attract their attention," I whispered to York. They were my only concern. "Let me handle it." "Paolo—" "Please. Voi tre siete la mia famiglia, il mio mondo."
"I told you I would break every bone in your hand. Die, you son of a bitch. No one fucks with my family!" he growled. To my dismay, heat swept through my body. "Paolo, your boyfriend's getting a boner. Hurry up so we can keep going! You might get laid." Gianpaolo stood up and turned to face me. His eyes ran down my body and back up again, before he grinned. "I guess I better work hard, huh, sweet cheeks?" Yeah, I was in love with a psycho.
My lips moved but my voice was no more. Ti amo più di ieri e ti amerò per sempre.
"You really want to deal with my crazy ass family?" he asked. I groaned so hard my throat hurt. "Do I have a choice?" "Not a chance in hell, sweet cheeks. Kiss me again." I melted against him and did just that.
A box containing the double dong fell out, nipple clamps, and a few vibrating bullets. York looked at everything, brows nearly kissing his forehead. "You had plans?" "I know they say don't go shopping horny. I couldn't help myself." York stifled his laughter. "It's hungry, but all right."
"I knew you were a whore, Paolo, anyone’s cock would do, wouldn't it?" He slammed into me harder, stealing my breath away. I shook my head. willing my hands to cooperate. I grabbed the back of his head and brought our faces close. "Solo tu. Il mio amore, il mio tutto. Voglio solo te e solo te."
"Non permetterò mai che tu mi lasci. Preferirei ucciderci entrambi piuttosto che lasciarti andare. Mia per l'eternità." I kissed York. "I love you." "I know you said something unhinged." When I didn't deny it, he leaned forward and stole another heart-stopping kiss. "I love you too."
