Page 158 of Morally Corrupt

"Act upset… cry. Behave normally."

The paramedics come through, and they load Enzo and Rocco's companion on a stretcher to take them urgently to the hospital.

The police soon follow, but Adrian's rank and his lengthy explanations help explain our presence. After what seems like forever, we're released and given the green light to go home.

* * *

We get home, take our clothes off, and immediately go to the shower to remove the blood.

"It was a trap," Adrian says. "The whole arrangement was a trap."

"You think the Gallaghers shot Enzo and Rocco?"

"It's damn smart too. Get rid of the Agostis, and you get rid of the entire competition in New York. If Jimenez wanted to expand…"

"Why not take over an already established empire," I finish his thought.

"If we were wondering whether the Gallaghers were in with Jimenez… well, wonder no more," he says ironically.

I put on a nightgown and go to the kitchen to make us some tea. I spot Mally in the corner, already asleep in her cute little bed. I try to be as quiet as possible as to not wake her.

I bring the cups over to our bedroom and close the door.

"Here."

"Thanks."

"Don't do that again," I suddenly say.

"What?"

"Put yourself between me and a bullet."

He turns to look at me and shakes his head. He takes the cup from my hand and puts it on the night table together with his. Grabbing my face in his hands, he tells me, full of sincerity, "That, I can never promise."

His lips descend on mine, wildly seeking entrance. I'm shocked by his sudden assault, but I return his kiss in full. My hands go to his back, and I'm clawing at his shirt, trying to get as close to his skin as possible.

Adrian pulls back, his eyes glazed with desire. He lifts me and throws me in the middle of the bed. Stretching to his full height in front of me, he takes his shirt off and disposes of it in a corner somewhere.

His pants follow suit, and seeing he went commando, I lick my lips in approval.

Damn, but he's hot!

I don't think I'll ever get used to the way he makes my body sing with just one glance, his presence so intoxicating I could climax just from being next to him.

He puts his hands on the bed and advances towards me, prowling with purpose.

To make it harder for him, I back away until I reach the headboard, giving him a saucy grin as I do. He groans loudly and grabs both my ankles, yanking me towards him in one sudden move.

I don't give in easy. Not this time. I let myself go soft for a minute, allowing him to trail kisses down my neck, before using my nails to scratch his back and kick him off me. His arms shoot out to stop my flailing limbs, and we take a tumble that ends up with me on top of him.

Still on the bed.

I want so badly to just melt against him, but I know this is more than sex. This is a mating dance that will reestablish our relationship.

Just as I grind my core on his obvious erection, he grabs my nightgown and rips it off my body. His big hands splay on my back, and he moves me up and down, hitting the right spot to make my eyes roll in the back of my head in pleasure.

Chasing that high, I barely register when he inverses our roles once again, with me squirming beneath him.