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So, I brushed them all off, and after dinner, I followed Constantino out of the restaurant toward the tinted SUVs that were parked on the side of the road.

“Boss,” a middle-aged man called, jogging across the street toward us.

Constantino didn’t drop my hand, like Laila would’ve. Instead, he held it tighter.

“Giulio,” Constantino said.

Giulio gazed at our hands, then smirked at Constantino. “The man.”

I averted my eyes and pressed myself closer to Constantino, not liking the way that he looked at me. Constantino squeezed my hand tighter and stared at the man, refusing to back down from his curious gaze, unlike me.

“Who is this?” Giulio asked, peering at me.

“None of your business.”

“The housekeeper?” Giulio asked, smirk widening. “Bethany has mentioned her.”

“Don’t ask questions,” Constantino growled, grabbing him by his shirt collar and yanking him closer to him. After staring him down for a few moments, he shoved him away. “You don’t speak of this to anyone.”

“Don’t worry, boss,” Giulio called, staggering away. “Your secret is safe with me.”

My stomach twisted into knots.Fuck, this isn’t good.

Besides our bodyguards, nobody but Bethany knew much about us. And of course, Bethanyhad to havea big mouth and blab it to the entire family, it seemed. I hoped that Constantino could keep it under control.

But I had a bad feeling that things were about to spiral.

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“You’ve had a long day,”I said once we made it back to his penthouse. I assumed because he hadn’t clicked the elevator button for my floor that he wantedsomethingfrom me. “Do you want me to run a bath for you?”

He paused and lifted his suddenly dark gaze, taking my hand and walking toward the bathroom. When we made it inside, I started the warm water and added bubbles as Constantino began undressing while watching me. Once the bath was full, I shut off the water.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

My eyes widened slightly. “A-are you sure?”

“Take off your clothes.”

I pulled off my clothes and stepped into the bathtub with him, the warm water relaxing me after everything that had happened tonight.

Before I could stop him, he seized my waist with his rough hands, shoved me against the side of the tub, still in the water, and moved between my legs. Pressing his hot mouth against mine, he sank his hand between my thighs.

“You’re Laila’s toy,” he said against my mouth. “But Laila isn’t here to play with you.”

I gripped on to his round shoulders, fingers sinking into the muscle, and clenched.

God, I had been thinking about this all night.

He moved his fingers in tortuous, small circles around my clit, then slipped them right into me. “And I can’t send you back down without taking care of this first,” he murmured, suds covering his tattooed chest as he pumped his fingers in and out of my wet pussy. “Have you been this wet all night?”

“Constantino,” I moaned, leaning back against the tub and accidentally sloshing water and bubbles over the edge. I spread my legs in the large bath and whimpered, the pressure building and building inside me.

With his thumb, he rubbed my clit.

I sucked in a sharp breath, whined, and gripped the edge of the bath. “God-d-d. You feel amazing.” I used my grip to buck my hips and ride his thick fingers, my pussy clutching down on him, aching for his cock.

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