Page 86 of Sin & Secrets

Rocco nods. “I’ll look into it.”

“Does that mean I can head out later?”

He approaches to kiss my forehead softly. “Just wait until I get back, all right?”

“All right,” I resign myself.

“I love what you’ve done to the room.” He diverts my attention to the redecorated bedroom.

I hadn’t done much, only added a few decorative items to make the room feel homier. Donatella and I spent an entire day rearranging the furniture, guided by a book on feng shui I’d found in Rocco’s office library.

Rocco’s office had provided me with the most entertainment so far. At first, the dusty, underused corners of the library had seemed uninviting, but curiosity had finally gotten the better of me.

There weren’t just books on Chinese geomancy; beneath had been files upon files of Italian mafia history.

I’ve made my way through most of the late 1800s and early 1900s. The Guild was formed by an Italian immigrant, Josef Moretti, who I suppose must be Rocco’s great-great-grandfather—a fugitive from the Sicilian authorities.

It’s fascinating, more so because the degrees of separation are so few.

“When will you be home?” I ask, shaking the memory of Josef Moretti taking on the don of the Irish mob in hand-to-hand combat.

“Late.” He sighs. “The Cartel are wiping the floor with us.”

“Damn Tunnel Eaters,” I joke back.

He gives me an odd look. “I’ll be interrogating this evening. Don’t wait up.”

I do anyway. But as he promised, he doesn’t return. At some point, I must fall asleep because I awaken the next morning to a key being placed in my hand.

Rocco smiles down at me. “I’ve got something to show you.”

Through bleary eyes, I rise to greet him with a kiss before he takes my hand and leads me down the hall. We stop in front of one of the other bedrooms, and he gestures me forward.

The key slots perfectly into the door, and I push it open.

“Is this…” I step inside with wide eyes. “A recording studio?”

The entire room had been transformed overnight. Sound dampeners now cover every wall, and a brand new recording deck sits shining in the corner.

I approach the microphone in the middle of the room and admire the headphones that are already perched on the stand nearby where reams of sheet music are already on display.

“Surprise,” Rocco whispers from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I’m speechless, both at his generosity and…and… “I thought we were going shopping together?”

“I thought I’d save you a trip.” He kisses my cheek before pulling away. “I’ll be back late tonight again, so enjoy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I don’t knowwhen I reach my breaking point.

But it must have been some time before Rocco arrived home early one evening, and after I sank to my knees before him on the living room couch, desperate to taste him after what felt like days of prolonged absence.

“Fuck, Cas!” he growls as I take his cock to the back of my throat, relishing the way his hands tangle in my hair, pulling at the roots.

I feel his release shuddering through him before he cries out again, and I brace myself for his load.

The groan he makes is so intoxicating I have to force myself not to let my hand dip beneath my pants to take the edge off my own desire.

I swallow him down before releasing him breathlessly, leaning my head against his thigh.

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