Page 60 of Convenient Mafia Vows

I remember the elevator, and my eyes fly open.

Fuck!

Did anyone see us? How will I be able to look the driver in the eye?

Then I hear Abigail padding about in her room and my chest floods with guilt that she might’ve woken up and seen us having sex on every available surface in the living room. Worse than that, I didn’t even think about how she would feel if Caleb had let me go, and she’d woken up without me here.

How could I have been so hot-tempered and selfish?

I don’t even have to think about the answer. I’m sore. I can’t even think about pulling on a pair of jeans this morning, but I want to do it all over again tonight. I want Caleb to fuck me every night for the rest of my life.

But the problem is, I still don’t know what he wants. All those sexy Gaelic words that he whispers to me in the heat of the moment mean nothing to me.

It appears that we are drawn to talking to each other through our bodies, and as enlightening as Caleb’s body has been, I don’t know how long I can keep up the pretense of our arrangement without knowing what this is between us. I need to stop bottling it up and choose the right time to ask him how he feels. Which isn’t easy when he’s either working or bending me over and screwing me from behind.

My cheeks flush at the memory of Caleb fucking me from behind in front of the apartment’s floor-to-ceiling windows the night before. Sure, we’re fifty stories up, and the walls are black mirrors, but there’s a small possibility that someone might have seen us. Someone with binoculars perhaps. A voyeur with a fetish for peering through other people’s penthouse apartment windows.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed and wince at the soreness between my legs. My mind is already figuring out how to make it better by tonight.

Sienna will know. A tiny jolt of uneasiness stabs my chest. She didn’t return my calls or text me to let me know that she was busy. We rarely spend a day without speaking, so my uneasinessis justified. She doesn’t even know about the shooting incident at Cesar two nights ago.

I try calling her again, and her phone is dead. I get the standard message:The number you are calling is currently unavailable. Please try again later.

What’s the point? I already know that later will provide the same results.

So, I’m going to do this the old-fashioned way. I’m going to go find her myself.

I shower quickly, get Abigail washed and dressed, and try to ignore the tingling between my legs. There’s a time and a place to think about Caleb’s naked body pressed up against mine, and this isn’t it.

“Where are we going?” Abigail watches me closely like she can see right through me. Which would be pretty catastrophic if she could view the images of the night before currently playing out inside my head like a movie preview.

“We’re going to find Auntie Sienna.”

“Is she lost?”

Her eyes are so wide and innocent that I sometimes think I hate this world she’s growing up in. If only adults could view each other with this same purity of heart the world would be so different.

“She isn’t answering her phone.” I can’t lie to her, but I need to protect her from the truth.

“Is it broken?”

“Maybe.” I smile. I wish I could believe that. “So, we’ll go to her apartment.”

“Is Caleb coming?”

I’m astonished at the ease with which Abigail has accepted Caleb into her life. There has never been a string of partners walking in and out of our existence—I never date, and Mason… Well, who knows what Mason does most of the time. So, I always thought that introducing her to a man I had serious feelings for would be hard for her to adjust to. Seems I was wrong.

I’m not sure how this makes me feel. I mean, has she been missing out on having a decent male role model in her life? It sucks when I think how hard I’ve tried to be both parents to her while Mason has been racking up a string of debts in casinos.

“No, sweetie, Caleb is working.”

“What does he do?”

I perch on the edge of her bed while I braid her hair. “He runs the hotel.”

She’s quiet for several moments. Then: “He has other people to do that for him.”

I can’t help smiling at how smart Abigail is. “But Caleb tells the other people what to do.” My cheeks flood with heat when I think of the elevator carrying us down to the basement with Caleb’s face buried between my legs.

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