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Chapter 22

ANGELO

I can't believe my precious love has never had a climax with another person. Pride courses through me at the knowledge that my touch just sent her straight over the edge.

"I thought we had to get me clean before you know…"

"The pleasure of washing every inch of your skin will have to wait for another time." What the fuck was I thinking, believing I had the patience for it this time?

It took every iota of self-control honed by first my nonno, then the military and finally Enzo De Luca not to take Candi up against the shower wall, her hair sudsy with shampoo.

She's so damn sexy with water running over her body. I knew the rain shower was a good idea, but not how profoundly it would affect me to see water running in rivulets down her breasts.

If her first time had been up against the shower wall, I would have been furious with both of us.

"Why didn't you tell me you're a virgin?" I demand.

"Excuse me, stalker-boy, but I didn't realize we were dating. When was I supposed to announce that little tidbit? When you rejected me earlier tonight, or maybe you think it's something I should have in the intro package for my spotlight dances?"

"Fuck no!" I'd have to kill all the men in Pitiful Princess for hearing that.

The idea of killing the men who lust over her while she dances is growing on me.

I have no problem with Candi dancing, but letting the men live who have seen her do it is another matter entirely.

"Don't go getting any ideas of going on a rampage on the punters, Angelo. I never looked at them. None of them made me wet." She's rubbing her hand over my chest, her tone soothing.

I force the animalistic growling that's clearly worrying her to stop. "You can keep dancing," I promise her.

"Good, because that's how I make a living."

"But I can't promise not to kill the men who lust after you."

"Because you know I'm a virgin?"

Is that what tipped me over the edge? Maybe. "I'll need to remove some names from my kill list."

"I knew it! You wanted to kill the boys I dated because you thought we got jiggy with it."

Jiggy with it? "You need more friends in your own peer group."

She blushes adorably as I set her on her feet and hand her a towel to do that turban thing she does that soaks the water out of her long hair. These are specially designed to wrap with a narrow tail on one end.

Shaking it out, she stares at it. "What is this?"

"For your hair."

Understanding dawns quickly because Candi is smart.

Leaning forward, her bountiful tits swinging, she flips her hair over her head and uses the towel to deftly wrap it. Watching her do something she's done a thousand times before, but here in our home makes something go weirdly tight in my chest.

There's nothing odd about the effect seeing her backside and a glimpse of her pussy in the mirror has on my body.

When she straightens, I'm waiting with a heated towel to dry her.

"Anyway, thatisfrom my peer group," she snarks, like there's no pause in our conversation.

"Is it?" I pat the moisture from the slope of her breasts, cupping each one in turn with my terry cloth covered hands as Idry the undersides. "I'm pretty sure that song came out when I was still in diapers and you're nearly a decade younger than me."

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