Page 107 of Toxic

Once I started seeing Bridget, I decided it was easier to keep my card on file and not have to deal with checking in. My guy hands me the key as I walk through the lobby, and it's a seamless process. I don't like that Bridget refuses to stay at my place, but it's a fight I'm not winning, so this is the next best thing.

I call Papà. He answers, and I relay, "It's taken care of."

"Those aren't mistakes senior men make," he states, which is only a repeat of what he said when Gianni and I went home to change.

My stomach twists. There's no denying it. It makes Frankie and Al look suspicious. I don't want to contemplate them crossing us, but it's such an elementary error, it's hard not to.

Papà's voice turns colder. "I'm putting Johnny and Charlie on them."

I stare out the window, watching a fresh wave of snow fall as my driver pulls up to the hotel. Johnny and Charlie can sniff out a traitor with hardly any evidence to go on. They'll do it discreetly, so Frankie and Al don't even know they're under the microscope. Yet, the thought of having our top guys cross us makes me feel sick. I sniff hard, stating, "Hopefully, they won't find anything. I'll see you tomorrow."

I step out of the vehicle and turn to see Bridget's driver pull up behind me. I quickly help her out of the car and lead her inside. My contact is waiting near the door and hands me the key. I steer us toward the elevator.

Once we're by ourselves in the tiny lift, I push her against the wall and slide my hands over her cheeks.

Her eyes blaze with green. "Hey."

I don't respond to her with words. I dip to her lips and slide my tongue in her mouth, pressing my body against her frame.

She weaves her hands through my hair, caressing the back of my ears with her thumbs. It sends a jolt of tingles down my spine as her tongue dives deeper into my mouth.

The elevator dings. I pull back, taking a moment to stare into her eyes, hating how long it's been since I last saw her. And I hate even more how I let her and Sean down. "I missed you. I'm sorry about the last few days."

A tiny curve forms at the corner of her lips. "It's okay."

"It's not," I insist, wanting to do better for her and her kids.

She straightens her shoulders, and the old Bridget I've always known appears. There's a fun mischief in her expression that I don't get to see very often. "Then show me how much you missed me."

I chuckle, peck her on the lips again, then guide her to our room. After I secure the dead bolt in place, I remove her coat, then reach around her to unzip her dress. It effortlessly falls to the floor, displaying her black see-through bra and panties. My dick hardens further. I reach into my pocket and remove the lube I shoved in there earlier tonight, hoping I would get to see her. I tug on her hair and wrap my hand around her neck, lightly squeezing.

She inhales sharply. Her eyes widen, swirling with blues and greens.

I press closer, and she unbuckles my pants. A faint clang fills the air when they hit the carpet. She begins unbuttoning my shirt as I study her for several moments, knowing I'm at the edge of cutting off her air supply.

Something about it turns me on. It's as if her life is in my hands. But I also know she craves the level of power I exert over her.

Several moments pass. I tighten my grip, feeling her heart pound faster against my chest. I toss the lube on the bed, then I lean closer to her ear, still watching her expression, murmuring, "I want to try something new tonight, dolcezza."

She blinks a few times, and I shove my tongue in her mouth, inhaling her breath as I loosen my grip just a tad. Her hands move my shirt over my shoulders, and she pins her fingertips on them.

I unlatch her bra with my other hand and clutch the string of her panties, grazing my knuckles on her hip.

She moans so quietly, I barely hear it. Her body shudders, and her fingertips dig into my muscles.

I move my lips to her chest, rolling my tongue around her nipple, pinching her other one as I suck.

"Jesus," she cries out.

I rotate her nipples and repeat it while grabbing her ass cheek. Her palms cup both sides of my head, keeping me close to her body.

I move her two steps backward then flip her. I order, "Time to be a good girl, dolcezza."

She turns her head and arches her eyebrows.

I reach down, remove my belt from my pants, and demand, "Lace your hands behind your head. Elbows out."

She doesn't argue, moves into the position, and waits.

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