Enzo and Thierry were pacing, waving off the drinks. They stopped and looked at each other and I wanted to know what was going on.
“He said he was visiting family,” Enzo spoke.
“Yeah, what the fuck was that about?”
“Alistair’s too smart to just say random shit. All of this was calculated,” Enzo ruffled his hair causing a few strands to fall out of place.
Carmen and Paul decided they’d heard enough and retired to bed once they’d finished their nightcap. I waited until they were out of earshot and closed the door.
“I can’t believe that motherfucker had the nerve to mention Tiberius,” I knocked the liquor back. “I want him dead for what he did to me.”
Thierry came over and I realized I had been shaking like a leaf. “He’s going to pay for that and a lot more.”
“Problem is Naomi,” I replied.
“Do we tell her what he is?” Trey asked taking a seat in front of the fire. “I mean we run the risk of losing her.”
“What do you mean?” I peered past my husband.
“Girl you saw her at dinner. That’s her man….she gone stand beside him. Naomi has been uptight her whole life and that’s not her fault. You know the pressure her family has put on her over the years to build this career. They hate the fact that she’s not a surgeon as is.”
Begrudgingly I had to agreed. “We’ll tread carefully there. Maybe we can use it to our advantage.”
“Careful wife,” Thierry teased. “Starting to sound like we’re on a team.”
The laugh that escaped my lips shocked me. It had to be the liquor. “Team Tib’s Parents.”
Thierry pulled me close and nuzzled my neck. “Upstairs, right now.”
Rolling my eyes, I obeyed. His words had instantly caused me to become wet. Remembering the feel of his fingers before we’d been so rudely interrupted, I said good night to Trey and Enzo and we dashed out of the room. In the hallway, our lips collided, and his fingers teased me again. Pushing him away, we ran up the stairs seeking the bedroom we were sharing. Once we were in private, I pulled him down. His lips floated above my own and I smiled.
This felt nice.
“Kiss me,” I told him.
“Just a kiss.”
“I don’t plan on stopping at a kiss, Mr. Scarpetta.”
The dress was already being peeled from my body and ready to decorate the floor. I had plans for those magic fingers of his. Plans for them to explore every single piece of flesh.
Every hole.
Chapter 16
Diamond
Thierry’s lips hovered above my own. We starred at each other, and I could feel his need for me. Part of me was already regretting this idea I’d come up with. An Italian girl’s night had sounded fun a few hours ago. Now mama wanted her kitty stroked and she needed a big purr…
“You gonna make me tell them let’s stay in,” I told him.
“Nope. You’re not going to be grumpy with me. Go and have fun. Me and the boys are doing our own thing tonight,” his lips continued to hover.
Goddamn, his lips are so cherry red looking,I thought.
“Please be gentle with Paul,” I found myself frowning. “Carmen and he were really freaked out by the mob shit.”
He saluted me and then backed off. “If I don’t step away from you, I’m going to fuck you senseless and then you’ll never leave.”
