“Don’t you read contracts before you sign them?” I scolded. “That’s Business 101.”
Torre read through the papers, shaking his head. “I did, but I guess it didn’t register. I was too busy being overwhelmed. Thank you. Who knew under that pretty face lurked a brilliant mind?”
I dropped a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m the total package, baby. Brains, beauty, and I can cook too.”
Torre touched my face. “Thank you. You might think I’m stupid for giving up so much money and prestige, but I’ve always stood by my principles. I won’t be used.”
“I respect that, of course. They have no right to use you. Tomorrow you can tell them to go screw themselves.”
“I will. I’m going to change, and then we can have an unexpected day together. What do you want to do? I know you made dinner, but that’s for later. What about now?” He set the papers on the table.
I quirked a brow and gave him a slow smile, receiving a blinding one in return. Taking him by the hand, I led him to the bedroom. Once there, I undressed myself first, then him, taking my time, removing his clothes as if unwrapping a present. With every item removed, my lips followed suit until he stood naked and I was on my knees. It wasn’t a position I was used to, and yet I wanted to give Torre everything I hadn’t given to anyone.
I cupped his ass, and hearing his sigh of pleasure, bent to rub my cheeks against the hair of his calves. I kissed a circle around his knees, and moved up his quivering thighs, inhaling the scent of his skin that had become as familiar as my own. I craved the taste and touch of him.
“Frisco…” He sighed.
I gazed up at his flushed face, those heavy-lidded eyes glittering with desire. A face impossible to forget. A man I wanted to remember.
“That first night when we kissed, I never wanted to stop. I still don’t.”
“I don’t want you to either.”
I reached up, and Torre met me halfway. I pushed my tongue past his lips, the fire of our kiss burning high and hot as we fed on each other. Lips and tongues reaching, sweeping, pushing, with an ever-increasing urgency as my hunger for Torre grew, pulsing through me until I groaned. It wasn’t simply sex I was searching for, it was possession. Passion. But only with Torre. It had to be him. I wanted to kiss and touch only him. Gently at first, then with a need so great, I trembled, I pushed him to the rug, kissing and licking his legs, his stomach, while the smell of our desire rose thick and strong between us. His hot shaft brushed against my cheek.
“Ahhh, God, yes,” Torre moaned, writhing under me. I licked around the head, tasting him, and slid down the silken steel of his erection. Torre flexed his hips, driving himself deeper, until I reached the springy hair of his groin.
I dragged my lips along the length of his cock, fluttering my tongue and circling the tiny slit at the tip while gently cupping and squeezing his balls. Torre tensed, arching off the floor and let loose. I swallowed the streams of come coating my tongue and licked him clean. I’d ignored my own aching dick and now sat back and took myself in hand, ready to jerk off to the sight of Torre laid out before me, sated and sleepy. But he rose up, put his hand over mine and at his touch, I groaned and came, spilling over our entwined fingers. Afterward, I stretched out on the rug next to him.
“That was a nice way to make me feel better.” Torre’s lips found my neck, and we lay curled together for a while as the sunlight moved across the room.
It wasn’t only him feeling better. He healed me in places I didn’t know were broken.
“Your mother stopped by.”
Torre sat up abruptly. “What? She did? Why?”
“She said she heard a noise and knew you had left for work.”
He bit his lip, his eyes slightly wary. “I’m sorry, but I did warn you we were a close family. I’m sure it’s not what you expected.”
“I didn’t mind.” At his startled expression, I realized it was true. “My mother was never home for me. She was always out at parties every night. It’s how Presley and I became so close. I used to wish his mother were mine so I knew someone would care. I wished they were my real family, so when I found out about my mother’s affair with Luca, there was no other place I thought of going to.”
“Sometimes friends are better than family. I know I’m lucky. Mike and I might be different, but underneath”—he tapped his chest—“where it counts, we’re the same. We want the same things. So, uh, what did my mother want?”
“Can we get dressed? I can’t talk about your mother with us both naked.” I rose and picked up the sweats and sweat shirt. “I hope you don’t mind me wearing your clothes.”
His grin softened. “No, I kind of like it.”
I did too. God, what was going on with me?
Fully clothed again, we left the bedroom and made our way to the kitchen, where I got him a beer. “Your mother is very sweet. She wanted me to know that just because I felt one way when I was younger, doesn’t mean things can’t change.”
His brows flew up, and a flush rose over his face. “Shit, I’m sorry. She means well.”
“Don’t be. She’s right.”
“What’re you talking about?”
