Page 81 of Finally Forever
“Before or after?”
Beforecould ruin the mood or enhance it. “Either. As long as you promise to look at them. With me, while I talk about the picture to help you remember.”
He tilts his head, considering my demand.
“While you’re thinking about that, I’m going to get some coffee.” I scoot out from under him—try to—but he drags me back.
“Agreed.”
I smile. “Good. Let’s start now.”
“After.” He kisses me, and damn, he is one hell of a kisser, but I refuse to get sidetracked.
“Now,” I demand. “You owe me for previous fucks.”
“You need to stop saying the word fuck, or that is exactly what will happen to you.”
Desire floods my traitorous body. I love this controlling side of him, but alerting him to this fact will only make him work harder to get his way. Not that I mind, but one of us has to have some control here. It’s like we’re newly dating again. We had slowed down a little bit and made time for other activities over the year.
“Fine. Where’s your phone?”
His nostrils flare as he gazes at my naked body, tucked beneath his. “This could kill me for good.”
I try really hard not to smile, but it can’t be helped. “Death is no match for you, clearly.”
His gaze turns sincere. He rubs his chest, clueless to his action.
I’ve seen him do it before when we first got together. When he was falling in love with me. It means I’m still in his heart.
28
Sebastian
The next several days fly by in a whirl of activities. Every day we do something: snowmobiling if we get new snow, hiking if we don’t, and hunting while the girls have a spa day. Only celebrities would have a spa room and massage therapists on standby. We play racquetball at the indoor court that we thought was a barn. We’ve gone swimming more and played pool volleyball. One night, when Ainsley and I were alone, I finally had my way with her in the grotto.
She and I have fallen into a pattern. Morning and night sex followed by pictures and videos from our past. She tells me about the occasions. It’s strange to see myself and have no memory of being there.
We moved around a lot over the last year. I experienced more than I thought I ever would. The US had been my only stomping ground, with occasional trips to Sicily. With Ainsley, I saw parts of Scotland, England, Germany, Monaco, Switzerland, and most of France.
I’m always touching Ainsley in the pictures and videos. We look like a healthy, loving couple. I have no idea how I pulled that off. I’m always smiling too, and I look happy in a way that’s foreign to me. It’s unnerving. How could I have been happy knowing my father had run me off like a scared boy? I should have faced him like a man and did what needed to be done.
That will be fixed soon.
I let myself into the secret office and find Xavier at the desk. He’s barely around us, but he wouldn’t be. His job is to keep us safe and monitor all mafia activity pertaining to my family and their connections. France was different, he’d explained. Less people to watch, more free time to catch up and make small talk. Here, his hands are full with all our guests.
“How’s it going?” I sit on the couch.
He swivels in his chair to face me. “Nothing new to report. This place has its glitches, but for the most part, it’s secure. Your father hasn’t left Sicily. He’s divorcing his wife.”
I snort. “Of course he is.”
“How is everyone doing here?” He leans back in his chair.
“Good.”
“Everyone still leaving this evening?”
“As far as I know.” Two weeks flew by.
