Page 84 of Petrichor

“The no-backdoor rule still stands,” I remind him of the first time we talked in this bathroom.

“I made a straight, ruthless mobster fall in love with me; anything is possible,” he purrs tauntingly. A smug little grin stretches his lips. Is his entire reason for existing to shake me up?

“Amore mio, I’ll give you everything, one day probably even that.” I pinch his side.

He jumps and gives me the side-eye. “So, you changed your mind about getting a cat?”

Fucking hell, my Pretty Butterfly is persistent. I know soon I’ll end up with a litter.

“We should go.” I kiss his head and let him go, leaving the warmth of his arms and slowly withdrawing. I can’t stop myself from enjoying the sight of my cum dripping down. My dick twitches, and I promise it we’ll have more fun later. All night.

I grab some tissues to clean him when a ding comes from his phone. By now, I know it’s a message alert from his lingerie website,Fly to Honey. He pushes down his skirt, and with some effort, pulls the cell out of the pocket.

“Did you get new clients? Your phone has been dinging non-stop.”

He nods, tapping on his cell. “Yes. One customer ordered fifty pieces. He keeps bugging me with messages. My chat is filled, I can barely keep up with him.”

I shift my body until I can get a good look at his phone. There are a bunch of emails from aPapa Lori. The way hewrites is ridiculously unhinged. He’s analmost-lawyerwho lives in Chicago with his boyfriends and a lady hen—whatever that means. This guy is insane. He could easily turn into a stalker. Should I look into it? I’ll ask Seb.

“You should think about expanding,amore mio.”

He huffs. “I don’t want your money or Seb’s.”

“So stubborn.” I pass him his t-shirt.

“You must be rubbing off on me,” he retorts sassily.

“Did Seb offer to back you?” I frown, going back to his previous words.

“Yes.” He shrugs. In the last two weeks, they’ve met quite a few times while I was at work. Seb seems curious about Fly, he wants to “keep his eyes on him.” I don’t mind them spending time together, but if he’s going to take anyone’s money, it’s mine. BecauseItake care of him. I’m his man. He’s mine.

“You’ll take my money and set your company on the two floors below the penthouse, and that’s fucking final. Unless you want your old job back? Housecleaner-slash-assistant.” I raise an eyebrow at him, feeling the sudden need to smoke a cigarette.

He sniffs like I said something preposterous. “You wish! I’m done with that, I paid my debt, Mr. Suit. I’m your boyfriend now, nothing else. And I won’t take your money.”

I growl, but he moves closer, pushing himself on his toes, and crosses his hands behind my nape. “But I’ll accept the office venue.”

He kisses my chin, and I narrow my eyes at him. That was suspiciously easy. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to scare more landlords.” He smirks smugly.

So he found out about it. Did Carlo talked? Luca? Seb? Traitors!

“Also I don’t want you to get worried about me while you’re working. You already attached Santo to my hip, even though I don’t think it’s necessary.” My Pretty Butterfly needs to be protected with the war against the Enzinos coming up, so I chose the most experienced man amongthe crew.

“It fucking is. End of discussion.”

He huffs. “You need him more than I do.”

“I have Carlo and Jo.”

“More is better. I don’t want anything happening to you.” Another sweet peck lands on my chin. I tilt my head toward him, and he gets the silent demand and gives me one more. His incredible eyes are slowly taking my face in, filling with adoration.

“You don’t?” I whisper, holding him closer to me. I’m suddenly aware of the little box inside my pocket.

“Of course not. I’d deeply miss your disapproving grunts and commanding attitude.” He bites my jaw teasingly.

“You fucking would,” I rumble.

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