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And myself, if I’m being honest. For me to just not realize that my brother had twins?

It’s sloppy.

I’m not sloppy. I make it a point to know everything about everyone, so situations like this don’t happen.

So no, I didn’t talk to Dino long. We discussed a plan to leave Ireland, and that was it. Somehow, we need to sneak back out of here without flagging Interpol or the Irish mafia.

It wasn’t a great conversation. Tired, angry, I’d been happy to find Gia partially naked as she sat on my brother’s bed.

I’m angry with myself, I’m angry with Marco.

And I need her right now.

Gia’s eyes narrow for one second before she complies with my request. The towel falls away and she gets on her hands and knees.

Like a good girl.

The sweet, tender lovemaking that I wanted on the yacht is over.

I need her.

She needs me.

And this is going to be fucking great.

“You liked being spanked, didn’t you?” I say as I caress the globes of her ass.

“No,” Gia automatically says.

I smack her lightly, and we both shudder. “Good girls don’t lie, Gia,” I whisper.

“I’m not lying.”

I smack again, and my fingers trail through her moisture. “Oh. I think you very much are lying. Feel how wet you are, Gia.”

“I’m not…” she gasps.

My fingers press inside her, and my hand smacks her ass. I can feel her clench around me, but more importantly, I can feel her soak my hand.

Jesus Christ.

I’m not going to last long.

I need to make sure that Gia comes once before I give her what she wants.

“You like it, Gia,” I purr. I pull my fingers out and kneel behind her on the bed, tossing my shirt onto the floor as I go. I unbuckle my pants, pulling them down to my knees and I release myself.

With one hand, I slap her ass again.

With the other, I grip myself.

“Sal,” she moans, bucking back. I release my cock and press fingers inside her again, this time leaving my thumb to press against her clit.

“Yes?”

“I…” she gasps.

I start to pump my fingers. “I know, Gia. You were hoping you’d get my cock. Is that right?”