Page 145 of Never Say Never

Paolo: Your dinner.

I sent the video of me shaking my ass, knowing just how much York enjoyed it. He stared at me a little too hard any time I bent over. Definitely an ass man all day. I didn't make it to my car before York's name flashed on the screen. I was slightly disappointed that it wasn't a call.

York: WHAT THE HELL? I'm at work.

Paolo: Attached photo.

Paolo: Here, it’s to help you get through the rest of your day.

Paolo: This is waiting for you when you're done.

There was the picture with my hand wrapped around my hard cock. Of course a video went along with it. The first video hadn't had any sound to it. This was certainly did. I made sure to moan's York name over and over again while I stroked my cock this morning. Even thinking about how I'd pleasured myself to York had me getting hard all over again.

York: Goddamn it, Paolo. You're dead.

Paolo: How will you do it, baby?

Paolo: Details ??

I made it to the sex stop all while teasing York. It was the best. I could practically picture him trying to hold it together while being pissed off and turned on. I adjusted myself before hopping out of my car. I'd switched out the plain car Paul drove to one that was more of my personal style. Gin got one of Dad’s fixer upper’s, but he was more into cars then I was. I could appreciate a new car off the lot. There was something about the fresh leather smell mixed with the new car smell that did it for me.

The all-black Cadillac was just what the doctor ordered.

"About time," Gin said. His head tilted. "What the hell are you doing and how can I join?"

I shook my head. "No joining. Ash would kill you or cry."

"Oh, it's probably both. Your fed holding up fine?"

I knew my brothers were worried about what was going to happen with York. We hadn't talked about it much besides that one day, but I knew being an agent had been York's entire dream. I had no qualms letting him stay. He promised to not leave me, so as far as I was concerned, we'd work it out somehow. He was leaving the Vitales alone at work and getting closer to us with each encounter.

"He's good. York is fantastic at his job."

"Yeah, so good he's going to take us down?" Gin asked.

"No."

Gin's shoulders relaxed. "Cool with me. I don't want to fight my brother because his man wants us all locked up."

I knocked shoulders with my twin. I didn't have to tell him that if it came down to it, I would pick York and the girls. I'd choose them again and again. It was selfish, and my entire life I'd been taught nothing or no one came before the Vitale name. But I couldn't believe in that anymore, not when I had something far more precious to me.

"Let's do some damage," Gin said, rubbing his hands together greedily.

I almost felt bad for Ash. Almost.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I sent another picture with a video. Each one was different from the last. I even sent a few to his secure email, the ones where my face was blocked out.

York: MY WORK EMAIL???

Paolo: You're welcome.

York: I opened it because it said time sensitive. In a room full of people.

Gin peeked over my shoulder and burst out laughing. "Oh, that's good. Why didn't I think of that?" He held his midsection, bent over laughing. "I'll have to do that to Ash next semester while he's in class."

"I'll show you how to tape the phone on the ceiling for some really good angles."

I pocketed my phone and ignored my raging boyfriend's messages. He was mad-mad and I knew it was going to result in some great dick. My body was practically humming with anticipation. We browsed the store for anything that caught my attention. By the time Gin and I were done, we'd bought practically the entire store. There wasn't one thing that didn't turn me on when I thought about using it on or with York.