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“He really is, Santi.”

“You moved here to be safe from the cartels. Now, you’re putting yourself right in front of them and the other syndicates. That makes no sense. You don’t even like going out with me and my friends because of who might see us together.”

“I know. I get how hypocritical it makes me. But it’s still safer to be romantically involved with the mob’s head enforcer than it is to be a Mexicanjefe’sdaughter.”

Chapter Twenty

Cormac

I’m ready to crawl out of my skin by the time Joey walks through the door. I couldn’t focus on the brief I was drafting. I kept rewriting paragraphs, and I’ll still have to revise it tomorrow. I couldn’t concentrate for shite.

I stick my fingers in the water and decide the bath is the right temperature. If I fill it any further, the water’ll slosh over the side when we settle into it. We haven’t started talking yet. We shared a kiss that tempted me to fuck her against the wall. I barely found the restraint not to. Instead, I led her into our bathroom.

I think of this house as ours, not mine now that she’s here. It’s felt incredibly natural to share this space with her. I haven’t lived with anyone else since I moved into this house at the beginning of my junior year of college. I was already wealthy in my own right, just like my brother and cousins. Yeah, we have money thanks to our mob ties. But just like our fathers, we funnel most of that back into the organization. The bulk of our incomes come from our legal ventures. Not only do we feel like it’s the right thing to do—keep mob money in the mob—it also means our tax filings are clean as a whistle.

Waking up to Joey in our bed, making meals with her in our kitchen, and sharing this space makes me happier than I imagined. I think she feels the same, but I haven’t asked whether she sees this as a temporary remedy to the threat—threats—or whether she could see this being permanent. I don’t want to rush her, but I’m dying to know.

“Daddy, just being near you makes me feel better. But this is divine.”

She leans back against my chest, my thighs bracketing her hips. I lap water over her shoulders and tits before I rub her shoulders. Her sigh sounds soul deep.

“Cailín, I’ve never looked forward to anything as much as I do being near you.”

She twists to look over her shoulder at me. She’s hesitant to share her thoughts, so I don’t rush her. Instead, I press a soft kiss to her lips.

“Is this where I belong?”

“Yes.”

My answer is immediate, but I don’t like how she’s too nervous to make that a statement. She was unsure I’d agree if she told me that’s what she wants. I don’t think it’s just the stress from today that makes her hesitate.

“Turn around, little one.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She pushes up, and I slide forward. Her legs come over my mine and now bracket my hips like mine do hers. My hands go to her waist, and I pull her closer. Her pussy rubs against my cock. I’ve been hard as a fucking plank since I tasted her during that first kiss tonight.

“Do you know where you really belong, little girl?”

“Where, Daddy?”

I lift her, and her hands shoot out to my shoulders to brace herself. I give her a displeased look, and her hands lower. Shesmiles, knowing I’d never drop her. Her instinct doesn’t need to be to protect herself, even if that’s a natural reaction to suddenly changing positions. I slide her down my cock.

“This is where you belong, Joey. As a part of me, just like I belong as a part of you. I don’t want there to be an end and a beginning to us. I want us to be one.”

“Cor, I want the same thing. When you come in me, you leave a part of you with me. I still feel connected to you. But there’s nothing I can do to make it the same for you.”

“That’s not true. Knowing my cum is inside you and nowhere else makes me feel still connected to you. I hope one day that connection becomes more. That the connection is something that permanently binds us as one.”

Does she understand what I’m getting at? Or do I make no sense at all?

“Do you mean a child?”

“Yes.”

She stares at me dumbfounded. Is it shock? Or is it rejection?

I tug her hips, pulling her body entirely flush with mine before my right hand cups the base of her skull, and my left hand cups her jaw.

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