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“Milo,” she gasped, and barely a second later, I could feel my cock pulsing deep inside her.

“Come for me, my love.”

Her legs shook, her fingers clamping down on my own, and a cry left her as she let go.

Sinking my teeth into her bottom lip, I came with a groan, filling her with my cum as I collapsed on top of her.

For a moment we simply lay there, breathing heavily without exchanging a single word or moving a muscle. At least until Sterlie let go of my hand, swung her arms around my neck instead, and pressed her lips on mine.

57

BAD FEELINGS

Sterlie Adams

“Did you ever tell Flora about us?” Milo asked as we got off the plane, ten of his least annoying family members—and their partners—following close behind. Some were still in Italy, but they’d follow soon.

Milo said he’d release the other guys who were coming after me months ago and let them go back to Italy, even if it would’ve been easier to just keep them here. Fewer people from Palermo would’ve had to move. However, I felt safer with them far away from me, so they’d be gone.

I still couldn’t believe this actually worked. We were back in Toronto, breathing familiar air. I could reopen my boutique, see my sister, and finally get Soup back.

I missed Soup more than my sister, and I’d never even been separated from Flora for longer than a week at most.

“Nope,” I replied eventually. “I’m going to hers tomorrow to pick up Soup, and then I’ll tell her.”

“You’re not getting her tonight?” He squeezed my hand, his thumb caressing my skin ever so softly.

“No, it’s too late. I just want to go home, take a bath, and work on some new designs until I’m tired enough to fall asleep.” We exited the airport, and immediately, a smile spread across my face. God, I missed this place. “You’re probably checking on Tartarus tonight, right?”

As we approached a black car, Milo opened the door for me. “I can do that tomorrow if you’d rather I stay with you.”

“It’s fine. I could really use a day to myself.”

After everything, I just needed a day at my own place. By myself. I wanted to work on some new designs without someone watching me. Most importantly, I just needed a couple of hours to breathe.

As much as I would’ve loved for Milo to stay with me, a day to myself was going to be good for me.

“Call me if you need anything, alright?” Milo kissed my knuckles, then leaned in to kiss my lips.

“I will,” I chuckled. “I promise you’ll be the first one I call in case of an emergency.”

He insisted on walking me up to my apartment. Milo wouldn’t even let me carry my own suitcase. That thing was heavy anyway, so I didn’t mind.

“Don’t joke about that.” His voice was serious this time. “If you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”

My eyes narrowed at him. “I’m starting to believe you don’t want to go.”

“I don’t.”

“You have a club to check on,” I reminded him, turning around to unlock my apartment door. “I’m sure they all missed their favorite asshole club owner.”

“Don’t think so, but fine. Can I at least leave Michael outside the building?” Milo followed me inside, clearing his throat as he breathed in the same muffled air as me.

I’d never not opened the windows in my apartment for three months straight, and I couldn’t say I’d like to repeat it.

This building was already old enough and reeked from certain apartments sometimes. Three months of no fresh air was killing me.

“I thought I was safe now.” I walked over to the living room windows and ripped all of them open. “Why would Michael stand outside all night long when nobody was after me anymore?”

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