“How did your session go with Sierra?” I ask as I twirl spaghetti and a chunk of meatball with my fork.
“It was great. She was great, so nice and full of advice. I’ve never had acupuncture before. I thought it would hurt, but it was really relaxing. I even fell asleep for a while.”
“That’s good.” Flavors explode on my tongue. “This is too,” I add after swallowing, pointing to my bowl.
“I think I might’ve found a new passion and a new sleep remedy.” She sweeps her fingers across my face, smiling expansively. “That’s two nights in a row I’ve had decent sleep with you.”
I arch a brow and grin. “I think I fucked you into a coma last night.”
“I think you did.” Devilish delight glints in her eyes. “You might have to take one for the team every night if it means I sleep soundly after.”
“Mission accepted, beautiful.” I lean in and kiss her. “I love this.”
She tilts her head, urging me to continue with her eyes.
“Coming home to your gorgeous smile, eating your delicious food, you curled around me on the couch and sprawled on your back in my bed as I love you into a deep sleep.”
Heart eyes glimmer in her gaze. “Sounds like my ultimate fantasy.”
“Mine too.” I cup her face and kiss her deeply. “I’m so glad you came into our lives, Sloane. It feels like we’ve both been waiting for you to show up.”
“Cristian.” Her tone is all choked up. “You say the sweetest things.”
“I’ve never been one to play games. You will always know where you stand with me, and I will only ever speak the truth.”
“Like I said,” she whispers. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Of course, you do.” I kiss her quickly before easing back. “Eat.” I point toward her half-eaten dinner. “You need to keep your strength up.” I flash her a flirty wink, and she giggles before picking up her fork.
“We haven’t talked about us properly yet,” I say, before taking a drink of my water. “How should we play it? What are your thoughts?”
“I’d love to buy a billboard to broadcast it to the world that you’re mine, but it might be a bit excessive.”
Chuckling, I lean in to kiss her because it seems I can’t stay away from her. “Maybe a little, but I like the idea.”
“We’re together, right?”
I clasp her pretty face. “There is no question, Sloane. I’m enchanted by you. You’re mine. I’m yours. End of.”
Tears well in her eyes. “You’re like every Prince Charming I’ve ever conjured in my mind, Cristian, only better.”
“Keep talking like that, sweetheart, and I’ll have you stretched out over this table in record time.”
“You shouldn’t tease a girl like that.” Her slim hands circle my wrists, and her flirty tone gives way to a more serious one. “I wish everyone could know, but they can’t. Elio is the most important person to both of us, and he’s just undergone a big transition. This could unsettle him, so we should keep the status quo around him. He can’t know we’re a couple yet.”
“I’m on the same page. We need to ease him into this gently when the time is right.”
“Now that’s settled, I think we should get to the table-fucking part.” Sloane whips off her top, revealing bare tits, and blood hardens my cock in a split second. Quickly tapping into the security system on my phone, I switch off every camera except for the one by the front door.
No one gets to see Sloane like this but me.
After shoving her yoga pants down her slim legs, she tosses them aside and crawls into my lap in only her panties. “I can’t stop thinking about last night. I’ve been horny for you all day,” she admits.
“You should have led with that,” I quip, standing with her in my arms. Placing her on the empty side of the table, I lay her flat on her back before ripping my hoodie off and flipping the button on my jeans. “I’ve gotten hard every time I think about how amazing it feels to be inside you.” Bending over her, I kiss her deeply and fondle her tits. She flinches a little, and I ease back, frowning. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. It’s not you.” She skims her fingers through the stubble on my cheeks, and I lean into her touch like a needy child. “I hate my breasts.”
My frown deepens as I study her chest, not seeing what she sees. “What’s wrong with them?”
“They’re not mine.” Chewing on the corner of her lip, she sits up, placing her hands at my waist and eyeballing me. “My natural breasts are small, but they were perfect.” She glares at her chest. “These are hideous and all wrong for me. I plan to rectify the situation when I get the chance.”
“Baby.” My fingers wind through her long, wavy hair. “You’re perfect with big tits or small ones. It doesn’t matter to me as long as I have something to play with. But if it bothers you, we can book an appointment and get them fixed. I’ll pay.” I’m guessing the reason she hasn’t had the implants removed is because she can’t afford it.
“You are too good to be true, Cristian.” Sliding her hands into the opening of my jeans, she curls her hand around my erection. “Thank you for offering, and I’ll think about it.” She kisses me slowly before pulling back. “I’m sorry for ruining the moment.” She waggles her brows. “Now, where were we?” Sloane works me in her hand with skill, and I lose myself to her touch, thrusting against her palm as she jerks me off. But I want to come inside her again, so I retreat before I reach the point of no return.
“Stay there while I get a condom. Don’t move.” Her laughter follows me as I pull my jeans up and sprint out of the room. In my bedroom, I grab a condom and lose all my clothing. She’s not laughing when I return fully naked, primed, and ready to rock her world.
After rolling on the condom, I remove her panties and lower myself to the apex of her thighs, enjoying all the glistening pink flesh on display. Mine. All mine. Now and always. My tongue darts out, licking a path up and down her slit as my cock jerks in anticipation. “You’re drenched,” I say, straightening up and adding one finger inside her. “Soaked and ready for me.”
“Told you I’ve been horny all day,” she pants as I add another finger and glide them slowly in and out of her warmth.
“What do you need, Sloane?”
Hungry eyes pierce into mine. “You, Cristian. I need your cock buried so deep the only thing I’m thinking is how incredible you feel inside me.”
“Fuck, Sloane. You’re perfect.” Stretching her arms over her head, I clasp her hands together. “Keep them like that,” I instruct, slowly caressing her face, her neck, over her collarbone, and across her tits. I tweak her taut nipples and move lower, palming her flat stomach before I meet the Promised Land. “Your pussy is my nirvana,” I proclaim, cupping her most intimate area. My eyes darken with heat. “This is mine. Only mine.”
“Only yours,” she agrees, whimpering as I push three fingers inside her and work them hard and deep.
“This is yours,” I say, removing my fingers and taking my cock in my hand. “Only yours.”
Emotion pools in her eyes again. “Take me, Cristian.”
“Happily, my love.” With one confident stroke, I fill her to the brim, and we both moan as I settle myself fully inside. Our eyes connect as I hold myself still, and my heart swells to bursting point. “You’re my everything,” I say, pulling out and then driving back into her in deep, slow, rhythmic thrusts while kissing her lips and touching her skin everywhere.
Sloane wraps her legs around my waist, and when she digs her heels into my back, I lose all restraint, fucking her like a crazy man who needs her pussy like he needs air to breathe. The table shakes as I take her ruthlessly, savagely, gripping her hips in my hands to control her body while I plunder her pussy, pounding into her over and over and over. The only sounds in the room are our mutual moans, the slapping of our skin, and the subtle creaking of the table.
“Come with me,” I grunt, moving one hand to her clit when I sense she’s close, and my balls lift, ready to release their load. We fall apart together, and I’m almost blinded by the most intense, earthshattering orgasm. It crashes into me, nearly dragging me to my knees. After we ride it out, I lift her into my arms and sit in a chair, hugging her to me. Rocking her gently, I dot kisses in her hair and memorize her curves with my free hand.
“Every time just gets better and better,” she says in a satiated tone.
“Sex has never been like this for me.” I plant a lingering kiss on her cheek.
“Nor me,” she quietly replies.
“We belong together.” The truth of my words resonates deeply.
We stay like this for a while before I carry her to my bathroom and run her a bath. “Don’t fall asleep,” I tease when she’s submerged in the scented water with her head resting on the back of the tub. I’m so fucking tempted to join her, but I want to call Caleb for an update. Returning to the bathroom a few minutes later, I hand Sloane a glass of champagne before pressing a feather-soft kiss to her lips. “Want to watch a movie before bed?”
“Yes. Something romantic.” With the way she’s looking at me now, I’d do anything she requests.
“Your wish is my command.” I kiss her again, trailing my fingers across her collarbone, silently rejoicing when visible goose bumps sprout across her damp flesh. “Take your time. I’m going to clean up, and I have to make a call.”
Sloane grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard and fast. “Don’t take too long. I already miss your arms around me.”
This girl slays me in all the best ways, and I’m already so in love with her. I’m smiling to myself like a loon as I quickly clean up the kitchen and cover the leftovers with Saran Wrap. Then I make my way to my home office to call Caleb.
“I’m with Joshua and Gia,” Caleb confirms. “I’m putting you on speaker.”
“Do you know the guy?” I ask, swiveling in my chair so I can look out the window. It’s dark out and raining.
“Barely,” Caleb confirms. He manages that part of the Accardi famiglia while Joshua co-manages the street trade with Fiero, and they jointly run their official company enterprise, which has several different interests. They’re both busy, so it’s not possible to know every single man who initiates.
“He comes from good stock,” Joshua says.
“His father will be shocked and disappointed,” Caleb adds.
“We’ll dig deeper, and Gia will liaise with the internal team on the investigation,” Joshua says.
“I’ll update you as and when we discover intel,” Gia says.
“I appreciate it.”
“There’s more bad news, Cristian,” Gia says, and I’m instantly on alert.
“Give it to me.”
“I hired a local PI in Georgia to track the first woman down, like we agreed, but she’s disappeared, Cristian. Her son too. Her family filed missing persons reports three days ago.”
“Fuck.”
“It could be a coincidence—”
“Except none of us believe in coincidences, especially not with anything related to Cruz,” I say, cutting across her.
“I’m worried for the other women,” she says.
“We need to get someone on the ground in France and Switzerland ASAP. I don’t care what it costs, Gia, find the best and find them now.”
“I figured you’d say that, and I’m already on it.”
“Thanks.” I rub a hand over my chest. “I have a real bad feeling about this.”
“Same. I hope we’re wrong.”
“If we’re not, it means we’re not the only ones searching, and that’s a big problem.”
“The Commission will have to step in and help,” Joshua says.
“Like they should’ve done from the start,” Caleb supplies with ire in his voice.
“They won’t have a choice anymore,” I say. “Time could be running out to protect these children and their mothers. These kids are my flesh and blood, and I’m not letting anything happen to them.”
