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“I’m pretty sure I’ll be paying for that tomorrow. But damn, that was worth it.”

“Adding it to the repertoire?”

“The repertoire? We have a sex repertoire?” she asks with an amused smile.

“Of course,querida. We’re adding that.”

“What else is in there?” she asks.

“Sex against the kitchen wall, shower sex, hot springs sex, and sex in the car.”

“We haven’t had sex in the car.”

“Yet.”

“I think you have a thing for sex in public, Gabriel.”

“As do you.”

“So what did you think of the s’more?” Monica asks as I slowly massage her thighs. Oh, shit. I completely forgot that’s how this all started.

“I don’t even remember what it tasted like,” I confess.

Monica giggles as she grabs the leftover s’more and shoves it into my mouth. I chew for a moment as I stare at my querida. Her hair is in disarray, a sheen of sweat covering her face, and a look of undying devotion in her eyes. I’ve never felt so blessed. So fortunate. So fucking lucky.

“It’s not ... bad,” I stammer. The marshmallow seems to have spread over every surface of my mouth.

“You can’t stand the texture, huh,” Monica teases.

“I’m sorry, querida. The taste isn’t bad, but I really want to brush my teeth,” I admit.

“You know you’ve had worse things in your mouth.”

“Probably. Let me just eat you to cover up the texture,” I leer.

She gives me a saucy grin and a wink, and I throw back my head with a bark of laughter.

Fucking perfect for me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Monica

I’m honestly bummed to be back in Mountain Springs.

I could feel the tension and stress beginning to weigh on me as we drove down the mountain from Gabriel’s cabin. The week in the mountains was idyllic. Peaceful. The escape that I needed. Heading back to the real world means I have to acknowledge all the chaos in my life. I have to be a grown-up and not ignore my problems. Fuck that noise. I want to go back to the mountains and unplug from everything except Gabriel. And Gabriel’s cock. And his tongue, too.

“You okay?” Gabriel asks as he turns onto his street. His hand has taken up residence on my thigh, and I swear it’s like his handprint is tattooed there now. I feel empty when he’s not touching me.

I sigh and take a moment before answering. “Yes and no.”

“How so?” he asks.

“I feel slightly torn. I want to get to the bottom of this, but I also just want to ignore it and act like my family doesn’t exist. They’ve acted like I haven’t existed for the last fifteen years, so what’s the difference?” I explain.

“It may not be them pulling the strings,querida. They may have no idea you’ve been targeted,” Gabriel tells me. He pulls into his garage and turns off the car before turning to me. “We’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise.”

I look at him and say a quick prayer in my head that he’s right. His unwavering confidence needs to rub off on me because I’m nowhere near as steadfast in my expectations. Half my life was enwrapped in mafia life, and I know how easily things can change. Piss off the wrong person, and you’re dead. Look at what happened to the man I was supposed to marry.

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