Page 98 of Sins of the Son

I slid down between his thighs and kissed his chest, then his abdomen.

Cesare threaded his fingers through my hair and let out a low groan. His cock bounced, hitting me below the jaw.

I giggled. “Nice try. My throat is still sore from the blow job I gave you last night,” I said, before jumping off the bed and taking the blankets with me.

Cesare lunged for me, but the sleeping mask had fallen back into place, blocking his vision. So his arm swiped in an arc, catching only air. He called out as I ran into the dressing room we shared, “You can run and hide, but I think I’ve proven over and over again I’ll still find you!”

* * *

Cesare entered the dressing room and placed my latte macchiato on the vanity next to my makeup brushes.

He looked over at the vintage cream Chanel wool jacket and skirt I had pulled out. “A little dressy for hanging around the villa.”

I leaned in closer to the mirror as I swept black eyeliner into a perfect cat eye. “But not too dressy for work and lunch with Amara and your aunt.”

He paused in buttoning his white dress shirt. He crossed to me. I couldn’t help but admire the glimpse of tan and muscled chest I caught between the open flaps of his dress shirt and the way his gray suit slacks hung low on his hips, exposing his flat abdomen. He caged me in, resting his hands on the edge of the vanity counter on either side of me as he leaned down.

He captured my gaze in the mirror. “I think there has been a miscommunication. You don’t think you’re going into the office, do you?”

My eyes narrowed as I slowly put down my eyeliner. “No, I don’t think I’m going into the office. I know I’m going into the office.”

He straightened and ran a hand through his hair. “Milana, I don’t want to start an argument—”

“Then don’t.”

He let out a frustrated sigh. “I have no intention of keeping you from work, but until I figure out who the fuck the second man was who attacked you, it’s not safe.”

I turned in my chair and rested my forearm on the back. “You said yourself that it could be anyone.”

“Yes.”

“And that there has been no news about Romolo, which means he was such an unloved piece of shit that no one has even noticed he's missing yet, which also means no one is looking for him alive, let alone dead.”

He placed his hands on his hips. “Also true.”

“So for all we know, the Agnellos could spend months, maybe even years, looking for him abroad where all his shell companies are located, assuming he left the country before they even think that it might be a local issue.”

His jaw tightened. “I don’t like where this is going.”

I raised my palms up innocently. “All I’m saying is that only Romolo knew that the Cavalieri family was coming after him for what he did to me, and that by extension you would eventually be going after the Agnellos when his involvement with them was exposed… and he took that information to his unmarked grave.”

He rubbed his fingers over his eyes. “I’m definitely not liking where this is going.”

I stood and wrapped my arms around his waist. “So there is no reason for the second man to be a danger to me. And it would make more sense for us to act normally while you continue to look for him. If we change things up, he might get suspicious.” I shrugged as I batted my eyelashes. “And really… when you think about it… wouldn’t I be safer spending my day with you, by your side at your office, then all alone here in the house?”

He pulled me close, placed a finger under my chin, and tilted my head back. “Don’t think I didn’t notice what you did just then.”

I smiled. “Did it work?”

He sighed. “Yes. I hate when you’re right.”

I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “You should probably get used to it.”

He gave me a quick spank on the ass in response before we both returned to getting dressed for work.

* * *

As we walked toward the receptionist’s desk together, Liliana stood and held up a vase filled with yellow chrysanthemums. “Buongiorno, Milana. These are for you!”

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