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“They’re with me, it’s okay.” He turned to the driver, taking another stack of money from his inside jacket pocket, handing it to him. “The bags can go just inside the door. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Sure thing, boss.” The man turned away, opening the trunk and the other men who’d greeted us at the airport joined him.
Vincenzo offered me a nod, hovering his hand over my back. He guided me to a set of tall, slate grey doors. “I hope you like it,” he muttered under his breath.
“Geez, I already do.” I tried my best to keep my voice down.
A gorgeous woman with blonde hair emerged from the entrance, wearing a black business suit with a mid-thigh skirt and shiny, matching stilettos. She adjusted her black-frame glasses. “Mr. Falzone, it’s so wonderful to see you after so long.” She leaned forward.
Vincenzo touched her upper arm, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Good to see you again, Emma.” He took a step back, placing his palm on the small of my back. “This is my friend, Eliza.”
His friend?Wow, it felt weird to hear it said out loud. Usually, I was hisbest friend’s daughter. His niece, his goddaughter. Whatever he felt like calling me at the moment. Now, I was his friend. His peer. Hopefully, one day I’d be more,but I guess introducing me as his fuck buddy would’ve been tasteless.Still, the thought made me laugh to myself.
“Nice to meet you, Eliza.” Beaming, she extended her arm.
“You too.” I shook her hand.
“Right.” She glanced over her shoulder at the mansion, then back to Vincenzo. “It’s all yours. Dimitri has been absolute hell to work with.”
Vincenzo slid his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. I know he can be quite demanding on my behalf.”
“Understatement of the year.” She cackled. “Enjoy your new home. Well, one of them!” She held up several sets of keys. “Each are labeled with the address and keyless entry codes. You should reset them immediately.” Her penetrating green eyes settled on me for a moment, as if she were silently sizing me up. “I have another showing in an hour.” Nose in the air, she spun to leave before she twisted back around; her designer bag swung back and forth. “Oh, the master bedroom is upstairs, down the left hall at the end. Can’t miss it.”
Unsure how to respond, I darted my eyes around, my cheeks becoming hot. While she seemed slightly pleasant, a part of her appeared bothered by my presence. It made me wonder if they’d hooked up in the past.
After exchanging quick goodbyes, Vincenzo waited for her to get out of sight. He glanced down at my hand, holding his out. My eyes darted to his friends.
He smirked. “You can relax in front of them.” He tapped his jacket where his holstered gun was hidden away. “They won’t speak of it.” Before he took a step, he paused, leering at me. “And no, I didn’t fuck my real estate agent.”
“I wasn’t going to sa—”
“You were thinking it. I know you better than anyone.”
For once, since we’d been seeing one another, I breathed a sigh of relief that I could be myself. We were twelve hundred miles away from my parents and friends. Not that it mattered. I’d been flirting with danger every chance I got.
He pressed the enormous front doors open, revealing a bright white entryway with a stunning, driftwood brown staircase against the wall, leading to the open second floor with glass banisters. He let me step through the entrance first, then he placed himself behind me. Resting his hands on my hips, he leaned forward, putting his lips next to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you in every…single…room.”
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BOCA RATON
Vincenzo’s men stepped through the threshold shortly after, setting our luggage to the side. He quickly dismissed them, closing, and locking the door behind them. He pivoted around, a devilish smirk brushed his mouth as he slid his hands in his pockets. “Finally, alone.”
I nibbled my bottom lip, shifting my weight back and forth. Removing a hand, he reached out. I placed my palm in his. The moment his fingers touched mine, he jerked me into his body, cupping my rear in his hands, clutching firmly. His lips crashed into mine.
I’d missed his kisses, his touch, the way he smelled. I missed everything about him. I knew I’d eventually end up getting hurt. I no longer cared. As long as I could, I would savor every moment of this man. I didn’t care that my face was sore, I wanted him to devour me through the pain.
Entangling his fingers in my hair, he tilted my neck back, placing his lips next to my ear. His other hand moved around to my mound. “It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.”
I trembled as he trailed his lips to my collarbone, sprinkling soft kisses on my flushed skin. “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
Gripping the straps of my tank top and bra, he tugged them down, spilling my breasts. My breath hitched when he seized my nipple with his teeth, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. His fingers explored the other, pinching harder.
He guided me backwards to the wide landing on the second step of the staircase, laying me back on the wooden platform. Lust filled his eyes as he tugged down the elastic of my cut-off white denim shorts. He dropped them on the floor, then kneeled on the first step. Gazing deep into my eyes, he circled my entrance with two of his fingers. “Did you miss me, princess?”
“Mmhmm.” I bucked my hips, trying my best to press myself into his hand. My entire body begged for him. “You have no idea.”