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“I didn’t like sharing you either.” She leans her head against my chest. “Is it always like that? Are you always touched and grabbed?”

I nod. “Yeah. I didn’t use to say no. I let anyone touch me, and I touched anyone I wanted.” I put a finger under her chin and lift her head. “That’s not me anymore. I didn’t get aroused by them downstairs.” I take one of her hands and run it along my hard length. “This is all you. Their touch made my skin crawl. I kept trying to get them away.”

“I saw. You looked awfully uncomfortable.” She says with a giggle.

I boop her on the nose. She’s too cute when she giggles like that.

Cute? Holy shit. Do I still have my man card? I want to check if I still have my balls, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. Besides, if I lost them to her, I’ll be okay. They are safe with her. All of me is.

I grab her by the hips and walk her backwards towards the window. Her shoulders touch glass first. Then my mouth is on hers. I breathe her in like she’s my lifeline to this world. Like she’s the tether to my soul. It’s hard to remember my life before her when she is in my arms.

When I’ve gotten my fill of her lips, I spin her around. Her hands slap against the window to brace herself. My lips move down her neck. Sucking. Biting. Needing to make my mark so everyone knows she is mine.

“Massimo.” My name comes out like a whisper. I take it as encouragement. One hand glides up to squeeze her breast, the other slides down to the hem of her skirt. I hook my fingers under the fabric and pull it up as I slide my hand closer to her center. I can feel the heat coming off her. I swear I can smell her arousal from her. I have to know. Reaching out a finger, I brush against her pantie covered pussy.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re drenched.” I growl into her hair. Forgetting her breasts, I wrap my one hand in her hair and yank her head back. I need her mouth.

Lips collide and our tongues duel against one another. This is no winner. We don’t need one. My tongue just wants to play with her. My whole body does.

I release her lips and hair. Returning my focus to her breasts and slit. I tease my fingers into her panties and slide along the pooling wetness. A groan of appreciation escapes me. I can’t and won’t stop the noises. Hers either. I want her loud. I want everyone to hear how much I satisfy my woman.

“Massimo.” Her voice is more urgent.

“I got you babe. Let me take care of you.” I murmur.

“No.” She replies. That halts me in my tracks.

“What’s wrong?” I remove my hands from her body even though it pains me to do so. I like touching her, but I’ll stop if I’m making her uncomfortable.

“Not you.” She says with reassuring eyes, and a caressing touch to my cheek. I let out the breathe I was holding, cause fuck me. If I can’t kiss and touch her I’m in for a long lifetime of solo handjobs. “Look.”

I move to the window and follow her finger. Those two men. At the end of the bar. Blue button up and black sweater.”

“I see them.” I reply. Not sure who they are but I see them.

“They are going to drug that woman.” She says moving her finger to a woman in a dark green dress.”

“How do you know?” I can’t see any indicators in their posture or mannerisms like she can.

“Look at the one in blue’s left hand. See how it looks like it’s clenched into a fist. He’s holding the drugs. He holds it in his non-dominate hand, so he can approach the girl and use his right hand to greet her. He’s going to appear like a gentleman to get her to trust him. He’ll appear different than the sleazy guys who go straight for the corny pick-ups lines.”

I watch as what she says happens exactly like she said it would. Holy shit! They are kidnapping girls from our club. Fuck that. Not on my watch.

I turn to alert our guards. They are stationed at every door.

“Wait.” She says and takes my hand. “We need to wait until we know who the third guy is.”

“How do you know there is a third?”

“It’s their M.O.” She replies. “I’ve been watching them during my missions. At first I didn’t realize what I was seeing. Then it hit me, and it’s how I messed up Ramirez’ last shipment. I noticed a trend of three guys drugging a girl then appearing to be a doting boyfriend and friends taking the girl home when she was drunk. The drug doesn’t knock you out completely. It makes your muscles slack. So you slur your words and stumble if you try to walk. It seriously looks like you’re just drunk. It looks so real and they play their part so well that the bodyguards don’t question it. They let them walk out the front door.”

“Not today.” I say. “Let’s get down there.”

Together we descend the steps. Along the way I shoot off a text to Luca, Val, and our team of guards. They will notify the club security. Livianna grabs my hand when we reach the dance-floor. She whispers to me to follow her lead. I do. Hand in hand, she leads me in a half dance, half march to get closer to the girl. When she is within a few feet. Liv stops.

“Black shirt, gray pants. Quarter inch beard at your nine o’clock.” Nothing about those words should have been sexy. None of them should have my cock twitch. I can’t wait to get her home later so I can worship her body. “We’ve got about fifteen seconds before she feels the drugs. She’ll stumble and one of the guys will grab her, and pretend to steady her. Then his friend will come over, appearing to help. Third guy will grab her coat. Then they will head to the door. We need to let them.”

“What?” She can’t be serious.

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