Page 62 of Sins of Bliss

“Let’s go,” he says as I bury my face into Sly’s chest again, craving the closeness. Sly kisses the top of my head.

Moments later, I hear the door to the office close.

“Sunshine,” my father begins, but Sly stops his words.

“I think this has been enough for one day, Maurizio. We’re going to go.”

My father takes a step toward Sly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’d like to speak to my daughter.Alone.”

“Mywifeis exhausted, both mentally and physically, and I am taking her home. You may speak with her when we return from our honeymoon, Maurizio. I’d suggest you speak with yoursonfirst, and make damn sure he has no ill-intentions toward the woman webothlove.”

Sly’s hand slides up my back and he drapes his arm over my shoulder as he ushers me from the room. I fight against the urge to look back at my father, and instead hold my breath, expecting him to say something as we walk through the door.

“Breathe, piccola ladra. Everything is alright.” Sly rubs his hand against my shoulder and pulls the door open with his other, holding it so we can both go through together.

“The only thing that feels alright is that you’re my husband. Everything else feels like a jumbled disaster.”

A limo idles by the curb and when we approach, the back passenger door pops open. Sly lowers his hand to my back, urging me to climb in. He helps me lift my dress as I bend and slide onto the soft leather seat.

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaim when I see who’s inside. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We overheard this one on the phone prepping his jet for you.” Raina juts her thumb at Sully. “And there wasn’t a single chance in hell I was going to let Romeo here whisk you off somewhere without saying goodbye.”

Dropping to her knees, she walks on the floor of the limo over to me, tossing her arms around my neck. “I had a feeling he’d do something like that. You picked a good one,” she whispers, masking it with a kiss to my cheek.

When she goes back to her seat, Cecilia crawls over to me next. Wordlessly, she holds me tight for several seconds. “That was terrifying and romantic, all at the same time. I’m so glad he put a stop to that sham of a wedding.”

“Me too. And I’m so glad you’re here.”

“What a whirlwind few hours.” She laughs her nervous laugh, and I know the chaos brewing through her mind. Cecilia is such a gentle soul—a laid-back woman who loves to be in the company of good friends, good books, and surrounded by her favorite comforts. Today was a lot for her.

It was a lot for all of us.

Still hugging her, I look over her shoulder and find Sully watching us closely. Giving him a weak smile, he returns it with a short nod.

“Where are Enzo and Nix?” Sly asks Sully, his hand settled on my thigh. He hasn’t stopped touching me, and I sincerely hope he never does.

“On clean up duty,” Sully replies curtly, his eyes glued to Cecilia as she situates herself on the other side of me, causing me to press into Sly’s side.

She’s none the wiser, fixing her dress as she gets comfortable against the small leather bench seat that’s meant for two.

“Where are we going?” I ask to no one in particular.

Sully scoffs, smirking as he runs a hand through his hair. My eyes catch on the light shining off the faceplate of his watch while he unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves and rolls them up to his elbows. “The tarmac. Your plane leaves in thirty.”

Shock courses through me as I turn to Sly.

A boyish grin pulls at his lips, and he pulls my hand into his. “We were just married, amore mio. We’re off to our honeymoon.”

I look at Raina, then Sully, and finally at Cecilia. All three of them smiling and nodding their heads.

My mind reels, still trying to catch up. “But I have nothing with me. My suitcase?—”

“Will arrive shortly after you do. I’ll make sure of it,” Cecilia says matter-of-factly.

Pulling my hand to his mouth, Sly kisses my knuckles, brushing his soft lips against them before leaning over to whisper in my ear. His warm breath on my skin sends a shiver through me, and naturally I lean toward him.

Brushing the hair from my face, he skates his tongue along the velvety edge of my ear, his voice sending a current of arousal straight to my core. “Don’t worry, piccola ladra. Where we’re going, you won’t need clothes.”

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