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Lucia points at the hotel half a block down. “How about that place? If Saint has the cash to cover the cost.”

“Um.” If I don’t have the cash on me, I’ll get it. I pull out my wallet, and thankfully, I have a few hundred-dollar bills in there. “Yeah. I’ll get the room and text you the number. You can meet me there.”

I jog toward the hotel, unable to suppress the happy grin. The cake tasting ended up being kind of fun, and now… now I’ve got something even better to look forward to.

18

LUCIA

This isn’t my first time booking a hotel room just for sex, although this is the most torn I’ve ever felt about it. The consequences of getting caught are front and center in my mind. But if I don’t throw Saint a bone, there’s no guarantee he’ll keep working this hard for me. And it isn’t his fault I’m so reluctant.

It’s Pavone’s.

On the other hand—I want to laugh, thinking about how humiliated Pavone would be if he knew just how much I’ve been sleeping around. He thinks he’s top dog, but he can’t even keep one woman in check.

I place my box of cupcakes on the small desk, then I go stand at the foot of the bed and look at both of them.

“How do you want to do this?” I ask, crossing my arms. “No anal, condoms if you want to come inside me, and no bruises. Try not to smear my makeup—I don’t need Pavone or Rossi scrutinizing me even more carefully than they have been.”

“How come you’re assuming we want to have sex?” Saint asks as he crosses the room toward me. “We could just want to talk.”

I smirk at him. “We’re in a hotel room, Saint,” I tell him. “What would we possibly have to talk about?”

“I… Um… Plans with Victor…” He fumbles. “He actually has this great idea…”

While he tries to recover, Angelo comes behind me and unzips my dress, smoothing it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. “Plans can wait,” he says, leaning down to kiss my neck as his hands go up to cup my breasts through my lacy bra. “Unless you mean your wedding plans with Victor.”

Saint scowls at Angelo. “Stop joking about that!” He puts his box of cupcakes on the desk too and starts pulling his shirt off. “And you’re not fucking my ass this time, Angel.”

I feel Angelo smile against my skin as he undoes the clasp of my bra.

“Thistime,” he says. “But maybe next time?”

“Never again,” Saint complains, but even to me it sounds weak.

I bite my lip to hide the small smile. All right, watching Angelo pound Saint’s ass had been fun. But I know I can’t pull that every single time, not if I want Saint to stay sweet and willing to do everything I ask. And I do feel alittleguilty about it.

I just wish I couldn’t still feel the piss hitting my skin. I wish I wasn’t closing my eyes just to be bombarded by the sense-memory of that stench.

All the more reason to go through with this giantfuck youto Pavone.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Saint asks, abruptly changing from the whine to a real question.

I open my eyes and look at him, forcing a strained smile. “Nothing,” I lie. He doesn’t look like he believes it, but I kiss him as Angelo plucks at the straps of my bra until it’s on the floor with my dress. The matching panties follow, and I step out of them. If there’s any way to distract Saint, it’s with my nudity.

My pliant body.

He doesn’t need me unconscious to be attracted to me. Although maybe I should suggest it, just to get through this without having to put in any effort.

I don’t want to wake up sore with the taste of cum on my mouth without knowing what happened, though.

“I think,” Angelo says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, “you should fuck Lucia while I hold her up for you. I’ve always wanted to try it. Test my own strength and stamina.” He laughs briefly. “Better hope my arms don’t grow tired, though.”

“That doesn’t even sound comfortable,” I tell him, making a face. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s held me in place while Saint fucks me, but obviously he doesn’t mean us sitting down comfortably this time.

“Yeah, but it’ll be hot,” Angelo says. He nuzzles my neck, letting his teeth graze my skin. “It’ll be very different from you on your knees.”

I’m almost touched by that consideration. It’ll be very hard to think of anything else if my immediate fear is getting dropped to the floor.

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