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It had been dumb to have sex with him while he was injured. He was probably in a lot of pain right now.

Vito snuggled closer, pressing his face into my neck. "Just let me stay here for a few minutes."

I smiled as I threaded my fingers through his hair. As hard as Vito tried to hide this side of himself, I doubted there had been a lot of tenderness in his life. If he wanted to hug me just a little longer, I could give him that.

Chapter Fourteen

~ Vittorio ~

The moment I opened my eyes I knew I was in trouble. Memories of the previous evening flooded my brain, overflowing it with images of the most perfect night of my life, and the one that would probably get me killed.

Couldn't really say I regretted it.

I swallowed tightly and then lifted my head to stare down at the man resting on my chest. Asleep, Tony looked like the most innocent man in the world. I knew that was false.

He was dangerous, smart, and had hidden depths I wasn't sure I would ever understand. He certainly wasn't what I expected from a man born and raised on the streets of New York City.

The biggest factor here was that he was my boss. I had crossed a line last night that could never be uncrossed.

"Go back to sleep," Tony murmured without opening his eyes. "You're making my head hurt with all that thinking this early in the morning."

I chuckled lightly. "Yes, Boss."

Tony's snort was cute.

I kept my arms around him as I laid my head back against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Going back to sleep wasn't an option. The thoughts swirling in my head would never allow it.

I tried to place what happened between us last night to one side and concentrate on what I knew about who was trying to kill him, but they hovered at the edges of my mind, taunting me.

Tony huffed and lifted his head. "Are you going to be like this every time we have sex?"

Every time?

I was afraid to ask him what he meant.

I was also afraid not to ask him.

"Every time?"

"Well, I had a pretty good time last night and I'm thinking you did, too. I wouldn't mind doing it again. Would you?"

Way to put me on the spot.

"No," I replied honestly, "but you know this isn't a good idea."

There was that snort again.

"It's an epically stupid idea," Tony stated matter-of-factly. "Doesn't mean I don't want to do it again."

Oh.

"You know this will put a bigger target on your back, right?"

He had to be aware of the dangers.

Tony sighed as he dropped his head back down on my chest. "Yeah, I know, but like I said earlier, I'm not going to hide a part of myself just because some old geezers can't handle the fact that I like dick. It's none of their damn business."

Eloquently put.

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