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I'll double-check the video cameras though, just to make sure.

Christ, get a grip, bitch. Even if he was fucking someone else, who the hell cares?

My berating of my idiocy is halted when he rubs his large, scarred hand over the scruff lining his jaw. I ache to feel the scruff scratch the inside of my thighs.

He looks a bit guilty and sheepish. "I might've acted a little overzealous to get here and didn't notice my shirt."

Interesting.

"There's that new bourbon I asked you to bring in." His eyes light up with a devilish flare. "I was excited to get you to bend over and for me to try it."

Oh, fuck me now and just end me. I don't care if I die a painful death.

I hike a brow at him. He likes to push the line to try to get a reaction out of me. "Again with the cocks and bending over."

"Not doing it for you?"

He's grabbed a fresh shirt from his trunk but hasn't put it on yet. My eyes rove lazily over his still-naked torso, then I reply with indifference, "Can't say that it is."

Turning on my heel, I walk toward the door because I need to get away from this dangerous man.

His hand slams on the door, stopping me from opening it. I can feel Vito's heat behind me, even though he isn't touching me. Either he knows, or it's pure luck, but we're in the camera-free zone as the outside cameras don't catch this angle.

He speaks into my ear, only his breath touching me. "It's interesting, Eden, that you claim not to be interested in cock," the word is heavy and hot against my skin, "yet I'm almost certain you were a little jealous thinking you found me post-fucking some other pussy."

Now he's not pushing the line of appropriate neutral behavior; he's straddling and about to step right over it.

I look over my shoulder at him, even though it makes our mouths almost touch. "I wasn't jealous for the reason you think. It's been a while since I've had a nice pussy to play with myself." His eyes dilate, and I lick my lips. "But I doubt we have the same tastes."

Then I yank the door open and get the fuck away from him before he can smell how turned-on I am through my jeans.

Chapter 13

Vito

I'matGilly'sagain.Big. Fucking. Surprise.

This might rank at the top ofVito's Most Unhinged Moments.After that encounter with Eden in the back alley, where I nearly lost control and slammed her into the door and ground my rigid cock into her ass, I should've given myself some time and distance from my forbidden but oh-so-tempting fruit. You'd think I'd be smarter and stay away—at least for a little while.

A week. A few days.

But nope. I went back there the very next day—twice—and every day for the past week.

I tempt myself. Taunting her with innuendos that are starting to really straddle the line of appropriateness—actually, if anyone heard my comments, they couldn't be defended as appropriate. But Eden doesn't bring her bat to my nuts whenever I push the line.

So… there's that.

Which gives me insane hope that she onlyseemsuninterested and unaffected by me. Which makes me a goddamn idiotbecause, even if it is mutual attraction, there's nothing we can do to act on it.

But I still go, and I still toe the line.

At least I have enough sense to keep those comments for when we're the only ones up at the bar, and I'm positioned so no one or none of the cameras can read my lips. To the observer, Eden and I are having a casual conversation.

I'm vigilant about keeping my face unreadable so my obsessive watching of her goes unnoticed. I never look at her for long.

I'm also vigilant in hiding my hard cock whenever I'm in my Garden of Eden.

If I could fuck her and be done with it, she'd be out of my system, and I could finally move on. Instead, I'm trapped in purgatory and haven't even sinned. Well, in terms of Eden, at least.

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