Page 66 of Boardwalk Queen

Angelo sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “You haven’t seen freaky yet.”

Nico leaned over the back of the couch and pushed Angelo off me. “It’s my turn. Save that shit for later.” He set a small box on my lap. “Happy birthday,passerotta.”

I squealed when I opened the box and found a platinum sparrow dangling from a necklace. The charm was encrusted with diamonds that sparkled. “Nico, this is so sweet. Thank you.”

I kissed his lips, and he palmed the back of my head, stealing the air from my lungs.

“My little sparrow,” he whispered, stroking the side of my face. He took the necklace from the box and draped it around my neck.

I lifted the charm and smiled. “It’s so pretty.”

Nico kissed my cheek. “Pretty things for a pretty woman.”

“What time are we going to the club?” I looked at each of them. “Because I promised Enzo and Angelina I would come home for dinner. Knowing Enzo, he’s preparing a five-course meal and made a three-tier birthday cake.”

“Not until closer to midnight,” Angelo said. “We have some shit to take care of with Johnny Z’s crew.”

“Oh, he’s still giving you guys trouble?”

They grunted or nodded to confirm.

“Okay, well, go deal with him. I have to shower and get ready for my party.”

Each of them kissed me goodbye, wishing me happy birthday again, and then they left my apartment.

ChapterTwenty-One

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Afew hours after the guys left my apartment, I sat on the kitchen island stuffing my face with the cupcakes Nico made.

He was so damn sweet.

I licked the icing from the cake. It was sad how many birthdays I spent alone.

Just like this one.

So when I heard the front door close, I didn’t expect to see Dante strolling into the living room with a purpose. His eyes stripped me bare, like lasers searing my flesh. He took the cupcake from my hand and threw it into the sink.

“Dante, what are you doing? I was eating that.”

He lifted me over his shoulder and smacked my ass. “You can eat all the cupcakes you want later.”

As he ascended the stairs, my heart raced. “What are you doing?”

He threw me onto the bed and stripped off his jacket and tie. “I’m going to fuck you.” He dropped his shirt onto the floor. “Take off the robe and spread your legs for me.”

I disposed of the robe and sat back on my elbows, watching him undress. His eyes moved from my pussy to my face. And after he was completely naked, I sat up and reached out for him.

He swatted at my hand. “No.”

I tried to touch his chest as he pushed me onto my back and moved between my thighs. Yet again, he shoved my hand away.

“No touching.”

Unlike his brothers, he didn’t have a single tattoo. His chest was smooth and tanned, and I was dying to feel his skin pressed against mine. But he wouldn’t let me.

Asshole.