Page 126 of Carnal

I take it and hold it to my chest, whispering, "What does he want?"

Tristano shakes his head. "Don't know, but stop freaking. He doesn't know anything."

"Shh," I scold.

He steps forward, fists my hair, and tugs my head back.

I gasp. No matter how many times he does that to me, it still makes my knees turn weak.

He murmurs in my ear, "Talk to my brother so we can get busy."

I stifle a laugh. "Get busy?"

He squeezes my ass. "Yeah. Now talk." He releases me.

I hold the phone to my ear. "Hey, Dante."

"Pina, you're okay?"

"Yes. All good. Still able to run circles around you," I chirp.

He chuckles. "Good to know. Hey, Bridget wants to know if you can get us a meeting with Silvio Blatchford."

"The florist?"

"That's the one."

I reply, "Sure. Is this for the wedding?"

"Yes."

"Why isn't your wedding planner doing it?"

Dante groans. "She's not on good terms with him at the moment."

Tristano tears off his shirt, displaying his inked, ripped torso. He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

Tingles dance down my spine.

"Pina? You there?" Dante asks.

"Yeah. Sorry. Think we hit a brief patch of turbulence. All good now. Tell Bridget I can call as soon as I'm back. But how's that going to work if your planner and he aren't on good terms?" I inquire.

Tristano drops his khaki shorts and his belt clangs on the floor. He spins me and unzips my sundress then pushes the spaghetti straps over my shoulders. It falls to the floor, and he drags his knuckles up my back while kissing my neck.

Endorphins explode in my body. I close my eyes and lean into him.

Dante's frustrated voice fills the line. "No idea. But for what I'm paying her, she can deal with it. If Bridget wants to work with Silvio, then that's who she's going to work with."

Tristano slides his hands over my hips, under the sides of my panties, and forces them outward. The thin material snaps, and he cups my pussy.

I quickly tell Dante, "Have fun with that. See you soon."

"Thanks. Later." He hangs up.

"See? Nothing to worry about," Tristano states, then, in a swift move, flips me onto the bed.

"Tristano!" I laugh, pushing my palms on his chest.

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