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"I'll keep working at it," she murmured.

He smirked and lightly slapped her ass. "Good girl."

Elyse cast him a droll smile. "Behave."

In response, Alessandro's hands snaked around Elyse, sliding down the flare of her waist to catch both rounded cheeks in his palms, giving them a firm, appreciative squeeze. He taunted under his breath, "What if I refuse?"

"Fuck with me," she returned in even softer tones, "and you'll regret it."

Smirking, Alessandro drew Elyse to him and bent his head to capture her mouth with his lips. His kiss was gentle and teasing and, when he drew away, the sweetness of it left her wanting more. Alessandro removed the Glock from her hands, and let the barrel trail down her curves and dips before lodging it firmly between her thighs.

Elyse gasped when the hard metal hit her clit, pleasure pulsed at her core, "What are you doing?"

"Fucking with you, of course," he taunted.

Green eyes gleamed wickedly as she teased her ass against Alessandro's hardening cock. Immediately distracted, he released a soft groan. Her fingers closed around the gun and removed it from his grasp. "Careful. I'm not afraid to play dirty."

"Just so you know. You do not need a weapon," Alessandro murmured against the crook of her neck, nipping her skin, "to bring this man to his knees."

Her clit throbbed again.

"Let's go home, baby," she pleaded.

A pulse of heat shot through her as his brown and blue-gray eyes darkened in agreement. Once Elyse and Alessandro returned to the car, Nils took one look at them and clicked the button for the privacy barrier. But the soundproof, black-tinted plane of glass failed to rise. Their driver coughed and pressed for it again. Nothing happened.

"I am sorry,SignorandSignora Vitale," Nils mumbled, "but the barrier appears to be… unresponsive. I will have it fixed as soon as possible."

Elyse cursed silently while her husband swore aloud, "Cazzo."

As they started driving back to thepalazzo, anticipation thickened the air, thrumming with desire, as they held themselves in check. To distract herself from the awkwardness of the situation, Elyse cleared her throat and turned to Alessandro. "When is our meeting with my grandfather?"

There was a noticeable tent near his crotch when he grumbled, "In two days."

"Where?"

"Sverso."

Elyse shot him a blank look as date palms and dense Mediterranean vegetation zipped by the car window. It was hard to concentrate on business when pleasure still ruled her mind.

"Sversois a nightclub I own," Alessandro explained, "inLibertà."

"Ah."

"Do you think he'll help us with Domenico?"

His hand trailed down her thigh. "If I offer the right incentives."

She pretended not to notice even while her senses pulsed with anticipation. "What are you planning to give them?"

"The Beltrán cartel."

Her eyes popped. "What?"

"Well," Alessandro explained, "a percentage of the profits from our latest shipment. Approximately €5 million. With the promise of more to come."

Elyse's expression tightened keenly. "What do you expect from him in return?"

His wandering hand found hers, clasping it tight in his grasp. "I want him to help me siphon away the Berlusconis' lifeblood."

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