Page 110 of Never Say Never

I looked at him and back to his ass. My cock was already showing an interest. A few minutes and I'd be ready to go again. York wiggled his ass and the few minutes went out the window.

"I can just keep stuffing you full of it."

"What?" his shocked face was just as hot as his angry face, and his blissed out face, and his serious get down to business face.

"Not a bad idea, right?"

I gripped York's leg and forced him onto his side. His abdomen was caked in cum, and I swiped my fingers through it. I brought it to my lips and moaned. "Fuck, you always taste so good."

"Paolo, I need recovery time."

I smiled. "Then recover while I make myself at home." I pushed my cock back inside of him, my cum gushing out around my dick and making the slide in much easier.

York's head fell to the bed as his legs trembled. I kissed his calf and rocked forward . "Face it, you don't want to be anywhere 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.

Paolo walked back and forth, and I didn't take my eyes off of him. He'd been on the phone all day and when he wasn't speaking in rapid fire, sometimes broken Italian, he was playing with the girls. Together they'd made such a mess that I knew I would be the one to have to clean it up, but it was better than them going completely stir crazy. Still, I couldn't keep my eyes off the man who insisted on walking around the place in those tight black shirts that stretched over his arms and abs. I hadn't realized how truly fit Paolo was in clothes. I'd seen him naked, but being here, I appreciated the sight of him clothed just as much. The black cargo pants were no better. They stretched over his juicy ass and I kept imagining him grinding on my crotch as music pumped in The Apple and the smell of liquor filled the air.

My cock stiffened.

I squirmed uncomfortably, adjusting my pants to try to ease the discomfort. Last night came back to me as soon as I tried not to think about it. Yes, I'd enjoyed my time with Paolo. Well, that was an understatement. He had been feral, and I had pushed him to the edge just to see that side of him. What was wrong with me? It was like I couldn't get enough of the dangerous man. But I wanted to answer that danger with my own. I wasn't some wimpy willow resting to the side and waiting to be dominated. No, I still loved my hand in his hair, my cock down his throat, and his eyes going wide when I exerted my strength over him. It was undeniably hot that Paolo could do both.

And I hated it.

"Why are you staring at me again?" Paolo asked, panting as he came back from running down the hall. The way his chest rose and fell made me want to see him naked again, and I shook the thought right out of my head. "Something on my face?"

Not my dick, unfortunately.

I cleared my throat. "Nothing."

Paolo's brow ticked up. "Are you sure it's nothing? You're looking at me like you want to eat me."

I glared. "Maybe I do."

The bastard had the nerve to grin. "Feel free, sweet cheeks."

I stuttered over my words, unable to get in the final word as he winked, laughed, and raced back down the hall, screaming, "Ready or not, here I come!" I continued to stare after him in shock. The asshole really got under my skin.

My phone rang and buzzed on the coffee table. Gianpaolo had a new one delivered to me this morning. It came along with a threat not to contact the team, but I didn’t need him to tell me that. We still hadn’t figured out who the other mole was. There was no telling who was safe. I’d given my number to my boss, but even he didn’t know my location. Everyone else would have to wait to hear from me.

As the phone headed for the edge of the table, I snatched it up on instinct and pressed it to my ear.

"Yeah?"

"York, this is Casey."

I paused. Casey. I hadn't heard that name in some time. We'd worked together back when I first entered the Bureau and had become fast friends. These days, we were both busy men; FBI agents, fathers, and he was a husband as well. I didn't fault him for being tied up, hell, I was too. Still, it felt good to hear a familiar voice that wasn't screaming in Italian.

"How are you?"

"Great, great," he said. "Listen, I know you've wanted minimal contact on this thing after what happened with your daughters. I'm sorry about that, by the way."

"It's fine. Everyone's alive and safe."

"That's all I need to know. Don't tell me more." He was quiet for a moment, and I felt the hesitation.

"What is it?"