“Correct. Pick a part and do it. You’re not you when you go down there.”
You’re not you.
She’d heard that phrase so much over the years that she’d sometimes lost a sense of who she really was. It had only been since Ethan that she’d begun to figure it out again.
She glanced back at Ethan and, oh, what a sight he made. His eyes were on her, the sheets slung low on his hips, the base of his cock visible along with the top of one thigh. One of his hands was behind his head on the pillow, the other resting just above his belly button. She, of course, was also still naked and his eyes raked over her form.
Her body flushed under his gaze, but her voice remained even. “I see. Any idea of the shooting schedule? I do have other projects I need to attend to.”
“Not right now you don’t. I need to know about the individuals by a specific time noted in the files; there’s a meet at the docks between them and two of my brothers. If there’s anything missing about them in those intelligence files, I want to know by midnight. Any other information you can get about the potential strike, send it to me by midnight.”
“A night shoot. I haven’t had one of those in a while.” Approximately three months since she was shot, actually.
“When are you due on set again?”
“Next week I have a small walk-on part that shouldn’t take me more than three days to wrap.”
“Good. I have more work for you after that.”
“Of course. I’ll look over the script and send you my notes. We’ll talk soon.”
The line disconnected; Marcello was never one for small talk, even in goodbyes. He always got straight to the point and then moved on. She had no idea if that’s how he was in ‘real’ life with Ethan or his family, but to his agents this was typical behavior.
Ethan’s hand the left his belly and reached out to her, his fingers gesturing for her to come back to bed. She paused, taking in everything about this moment—his pose, his invitation, his…everything—so she could recall it in the months ahead.
Just as she moved back towards the bed, his phone rang.
It was his family’s tone.
His arm fell to the bed before he sighed and rolled over to pick it up.
“Yeah?”
He lay back on the bed, one hand holding the phone to his ear, the fingers of his other hand combing his hair. The sheet had shifted yet again and was now even lower, and she could see all but the head of his cock.
Christ, the man could tease her without even trying.
She really wanted to walk over to the bed and strip the rest of the sheet off, then take that cock into her mouth. She wanted to suck him and lick him and tease him while he was on the phone, see him lose control at the same time maintain it to speak to whoever was calling him.
She wanted all that and more, but she behaved herself and just watched him instead.
“Now? You know I’ve been working at the hospital in-between all the family shit. I’m taking a break. Is that wrong?… He needs me there? Why?… He wasn’t wrong, you know. No one likes you.”
She almost snorted but just caught herself. She didn’t think Ethan wanted his family to know there was someone else in the room with him.
His gaze fell to her again, a small smile on his lips. “All right, I’ll do it. I’ll be down there in a couple of hours… He is? That’s not good, but it’s not unexpected. He went through some serious shit. I’ll keep an eye on him… Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
He hung up and put the phone back on the bedside table. “Looks like we both got our orders.”
He shifted to kneel on the bed and, when she made it to him, he drew her into his lap, their cooled bodies warming once more as they shared body heat.
She slid her thighs alongside his, nestling herself against his cock and wrapping her arms around his neck. “What’s your mission?”
“I have to go down to Masillia and help my brother Lorenzo avert a potential dockworkers strike.”
She stilled, then smiled and started rubbing against him. “I think our missions are related.”
He gripped his cock and teased the head against her folds below. “Does that mean we get to spend more time together?”
