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Grace wiggled above him, which did absolutely nothing for the blood already pooling in his dick. “That’s hardly fair.”

Romeo grinned. “Don’t worry about me, angel. For a day or three, I can get by painting your beautiful body in my cum. Maybe I’ll let you jack me off with your good hand.” Granted, the visual in his mind only made him hotter.

Grace released a heavy breath, not quite a moan, and tried to pull his hand down her body. “I want you inside me, Romeo.”

Fuck. They had been told a bare minimum of twenty-four hours of restful activity. He didn’t know how to leisurely fuck—to make love. He’d never done it. He gritted his teeth and pulled his hand up, away from the temptation of her pussy. “Not yet, angel,” he said roughly. “Your body needs time to recover.”

She shifted over him, lifting her head enough to meet his gaze. “I don’t want you re-introducing me to Lucia looking like I got blown up this afternoon. But if you’re going to wash me up, you might as well dirty me up a little more first.” She managed to kiss his jaw. “I think we could both use it.”

Romeo groaned. His body sure as hell agreed. He curled his arm around her back and stood, sweeping her up into his arms. “We’re gonna have to compromise.”

“Compromise?” she repeated as he stomped up the stairs.

He carried her to their room, kicked the door shut, and set her on her feet. He stripped her out of her ruined clothing, then himself, then carefully laid her on the bed. Fuck. He hated seeing her hurt, but she was still so beautiful.

He leaned over her, kissing her hard and grinding his pelvis against hers. He reached down, hooked her knees, and pulled them wide. “Goddamn. You want me inside, angel?”

“Yes,” she gasped against his lips. She reached up with her good hand, her fingers digging into his shoulder. “Please.”

She was such a cheater. This hadn’t been his plan, but fuck. She was irresistible. Romeo sucked on her tongue for a long second, continuing to grind against her. “You have to hold still. I’ll hold you down if I have to.”

She trembled, her fingers pressing harder.

He took that as consent, adjusted his hips, and pushed inside her sopping wet pussy. It felt like it had been too long, even if it really hadn’t. Immediately he was fighting the instinct to start thrusting in and out in a way that more appropriately represented the fire in his blood, but he resisted. That, he could not do. So instead he rocked against her, slowly withdrawing and reentering her body in long strokes. It wasn’t his usual style, but it felt fucking fantastic.

Grace’s nails bit into his skin and her legs tensed as she started panting, her head tipped back. She was barely dragging against the mattress, but her body told him he wasn’t the only one enjoying this altered technique. And overall, she was doing pretty well keeping steady. Probably better than he would.

Romeo bent down and ran his tongue down the side of her exposed throat as he ground against her. “You ready to come, angel?” he murmured against her skin.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, please, Romeo!”

He teased the skin of her pulse point with his teeth and, as he filled her one more time, he growled, “Then come.”

She was always so glorious in her ecstasy.

fourteen

Spoiled

Between the toe-curling orgasm and the tender aftercare, Grace felt better than she had since leaving Romeo’s side hours earlier. Or she had, until Mo turned onto Dante’s street and reality began to seep back in.

They were headed to Dante and Iris’s home for dinner with Romeo’s family. The entire family, because apparently Felicity and Eleonora had been there, so Cris was joining them, and of course no one wanted to leave Mikey out. The dinner was impromptu, but that didn’t stop Grace from feeling nervous about it.

Romeo had confessed to having told his mother about them. They both knew Dante knew, and it was reasonable Cris and Felicity had figured it out to some degree. Truthfully, little Lucia was likely the only one who didn’t know. So Grace had insisted that he tell her at the first realistic opportunity, because she felt like she was simultaneously keeping a secret from and being kept a secret from the young girl and the entire prospect was unpleasant.

Granted, so was spontaneous dinner with her boss-slash-future-in-laws.

Romeo rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. “It’s fine, angel. Everyone in that house is fond of you. Even Mikey.”

Her lips twitched and she held tighter to his hand as the SUV eased to a stop at the gate. “I’m glad to know that,” she said, “but it does change things when you look at a person as potential family. You hold those people to different standards.”

“True. But my family is … unique.” He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, then set it down again by her side as they rolled forward. “Just trust me.”

That she did.

The SUV came to a second stop inside the garage and Mo cut the engine. Romeo let himself out as Mo did the same, and Romeo rounded the vehicle to open her door. The garage itself was quite spacious, and she recognized both Dante’s and Iris’s preferred vehicles, as well as one she associated with the brothers’ mother, Eleonora. So that added up. She was less sure what anyone else drove, so she didn’t try to match the rest as she let Romeo guide her back outside and up to the front door.

She spotted men in black suits, obviously security, standing at intervals around the property. Only one met her gaze, and the moment he did he quickly averted his eyes.

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