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Uncomprehending, he stares down at me, his body moving lewdly against the apex of my thighs.

"We need naked, unless you want to dry hump." I'm not averse.

I've never done that. It could be fun.

Miceli's head shakes in instant negation. "I want inside you."

"Condom?" Wow. Look at me being responsible.

"Birth control?" he counters.

"The pill." I've been taking it since a week after my uncle blackmailed me into the alliance deal.

"Don't need a condom."

I open my mouth to protest.

He kisses me then steps back with a groan. "I'm clean."

I believe him. But I'm not naïve. "Prove it."

Respect, not irritation, flares in his espresso gaze. He fishes in his suit jacket, his hands grazing both sides of my breasts.

"Can't remember which pocket your phone is in, old man?"

He grabs it with one hand and squeezes my boob with the other. "There it is."

Pulling it out, he uses the thumb on the hand holding it to get to where he wants while he keeps up that rhythmic kneading of my breast through my jumpsuit. No skin is touching skin, but my temperature is skyrocketing.

"All clear. See?"

I make myself read the test results. "The date is for two weeks ago."

He could have been with a dozen women since then.

"I haven't so much as slow danced with anyone since Portland." His teeth close gently on my earlobe. "Do we need a condom, Aphrodite?"

He's asking if I believe him. If I can trust him this much.

The truth hits me in the solar plexus. Yes, I trust him. "No." We don't need a condom.

Chapter 29: MICELI

"No."

That single word resonates through every sinew of my being.

Róise still sees me as her enemy. She's still planning to divorce me someday (never going to happen), but when I tell her I haven't touched another woman since Portland, she believes me.

Already hard enough to pound rocks, my cock presses insistently against the zipper on my slacks. My little head and big head are in full agreement.

He wants out. I want him inside her tight heat.

"How much do you like this jumpsuit?" My brain is figuring out scenarios for getting her back into the mansion unseen if I cut it off her.

I pull my knife out.

Her green eyes, dark with need, widen. "You are not cutting off my clothes."

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